The On The Wall Of A Room With High Ceiling
I scramble to my feet, using the wall for support. I turn, facing my attacker, my hands still on the wall. My composure and all my determination disappears, the second my eyes see the man before me. My jaw drops and for the first time in a long time, fear rushes through me.
I swallow, nervously.
Shaggy black hair, long legs, piercing green eyes and that wick smile.
“Jagger,” I gasp in shock.
Jagger stands less than five feet away from me, and his eyes widen as he actually looks at me. A wide toothy