I was freaking out. If Yannick managed to escape, everything I had done would have been for nothing. So, I shut my eyes and tackled him. “Don’t move! Just listen to me!”
Yannick gritted his teeth so hard it looked like he was about to snap them in half. “Are you out of your mind?”
I lifted my head slightly, our faces barely four inches apart. “Nope. I’m not crazy.”
“Then what do you think you’re doing?”
I smirked. “I dragged you onto the bed. What do you think I want to do?”
His pupils shrank, his disgust so obvious he did not even bother to hide it. “Yulia! I’m Yannick!” He practically snarled at me. “Do you even have some dignity left?!”
I did not feel like listening to his lecture, so I grabbed the closest soft thing off the nightstand and shoved it into his mouth. Ignoring the flames burning in his eyes, I met his glare with my own. “Shut up.”
Yannick struggled against me, but it was useless. At that moment, my heart was slamming against my ribs like a drum.
“I’m gonna kiss you. Don’t interrupt me.”
I yanked the thing out of his mouth and, before he could say a single word, crashed my lips against his. My fingers scrambled for his shirt, buttons popping off one by one and hitting the floor. I felt like a survivor running from the end of the world—desperate, frantic, and unwilling to stop.
My emotions were a mess, spilling over as Yannick let out low, breathless grunts beneath me.
I remembered what Quella Martinez once said—men only thought with their private parts when they were in bed. Sure enough, as I got more aggressive, he stopped yelling at me. All I heard were those small, muffled sounds.
