Chapter 8

Ava's POV

"Pause right there."

I sighed, knowing that only one person in the house spoke to me with such disdain in his voice.

I didn't bother turning around; I just started walking faster towards the door, which I had gotten my hands on and opened.

Before I could slip through, the door slammed shut and Andrew whipped me around, forcing me to face him. Since I escaped, no one, not one male, had touched me except on my hands. When he touched my waist, it felt like his hand was burning off my clothes. He took his hand from my waist and placed it on the back door.

Both of his hands were now on the door, trapping me inside. His chest was only a few inches away from mine, and I could feel his body heat radiating onto me. I inhaled his scent and was reminded of how nice he smelled. I looked up at him, his face so close to mine that I looked up even more, meeting his gaze. I was mesmerized when I looked into his deep green eyes. He appeared angry, but I was ca