"Why were you looking at me darling?" Antonio asks, his voice husky and deep.
"Who are you?" Amaya asks.
"I am Antonio but you didn't answer my question" he says, his smell intoxicating my senses.
"Why were you looking at me darling?" Antonio asks, his voice husky and deep.
"Who are you?" Amaya asks.
"I am Antonio but you didn't answer my question" he says, his smell intoxicating my senses.
"I didn't ask to be in the middle of your ego-battle," I grumble.
Blake pins me to my locker, hands resting on either side of my head. "Well, you got it in anyway, Darling," he whispers. His face is...