Andrew froze.

His eyes widened in surprise.

“Goodnight.” I whispered, brushing past him.

I strolled past a fuming Henry, heading  into the house.

The door slammed shut behind me, then footsteps followed.

“What the hell was that?” 

I ignored him, making my way upstairs.

“I'm talking to you, Rosie.”

My fingers curled around the doorknob.

“Answer me!”

Henry's fingers wrapped around my arm, slamming me against my door as his body pressed flush against mine.

His breath came out in heavy pants, his eyes locked on mine.

Slowly, he leaned forward.

I turned my head away, letting his lips land on my cheek.

He eased back slightly.

“Why are you...