"It seems that you're trying to push me into another woman's arms. You think I would let you go when I have a girlfriend?" Dylan's cold voice came over her ears, "Stop dreaming."
An involuntary shudder passed over Savannah when she saw that he guessed what she thought. She felt his erratic breathing against her ear and tried to push him away; the next second, he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her tightly against him.
She began to regret calling him alone in the corridor.
"What do you want, Dylan? Alright, I'll help you get rid of that, Miss White, okay?" She got her hands pressed firmly against his chest.
"Abby is coming." Dylan said in a low voice, glancing at the other side of the corridor, "It looks like she's unwilling to give up. Let me see how you can help me get rid of her." Dylan muttered.
Savannah looked over the other side of the corridor, where there was a flash of a blue dress behind the wall.