020. Kill Or Protect

Melissa's POV

"Time up," he let out, however, he was still holding me tight.

"Lissa…" my name came out of his lips sweetly and my heart pumped faster, "Time up." He repeated, sounding husky.

"Err—" my voice malfunctioned, I couldn't process anything to say. "You should let…"

"Let go of my hands." He whispered quickly.

Immediately, I looked down. I was mortified to see my hands pressing flatly upon his, "Err—" I freed it instantly and yanked from him.

Embarrassed, I paced faster.

My heart almost fell out of my chest. Why crossed the lane? Why was my chest sounding vehement?! Gosh! What was all this mess!!!

Before I become conscious of myself, he was already pulling me toward his car. I was staggering as my legs were too heavy to lift. "Seems your legs were still aching." He murmured and lifted me in bridal style.

My senses function immediately. Stacy was right there, staring at us if I was not mistaken.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Hey! Place me down!" I struggled.

His grip tight