I try to yank my wrists free but it doesn't work.
Zane's grip tightens slightly, holding my hands firmly while we both catch our breath.
My chest rises and falls quickly, he's too.
The room feels warmer now or maybe that's just the adrenaline still rushing through me.
I shift my weight again, trying to break his hold, slightly trying to wriggle my way out of his hold which makes me unintentionally run my ass on his front pants and that's when I notice it.
I freze then slowly look back over my shoulder.
"…Are you fucking serious right now?"
Zane raises an eyebrow.
"What?"
I glare at him.
"You're unbelievable."
His expression turns mildly confused.
"What are you talking about?"
I huff out a breath, shaking my head.
"You're literally restraining me during a fight and somehow you are getting a hard on."
Understanding finally dawns on his face ad ththe bastard actually smirks.
"Not my fault, you are the one rubbing your ass on me." he says lightly.
