.:Amu's POV:.

I sighed. I really don't want to go, but I'm guessing I have to. Otherwise he'll try to punish me или something.

I was about to open my dresser drawer when I heard a thud outside on my balcony. I looked up. Ikuto. He was holding a plastic bag in one hand and his car keys in the other. Ikuto stepped inside and looked at me.

"What?" I asked.

He held up the paper bag. "This."

"What is it?" I eyed suspiciously.

He gave it to me. "Change of plans. You're gonna wear that." He nodded towards the bag.

I looked inside. What. The. Hell.

I pulled some clothes out of the bag. "I'm not going to wear...

.:Amu's POV:.

Ikuto tapped me on my shoulder, and I was about to ask 'what' when he pushed me onto the floor. Далее thing I knew, his lips were against mine. What's he trying to do? I felt his tongue against my mouth. GROSS! He tried to get his tongue into my mouth, but I wouldn't let him. I kept it clamped tightly. So he bit me. He friggin' BIT me! My mouth opened, and when I tried to close it, his…tongue *shudder* was already in it. I thought about kicking him there, but I didn't want to hurt him. Because once I started doing that, I wouldn't have stopped. And I thought about biting his tongue,...