Shane was teaching you how to shoot. You were catching up pretty fast. “Great job, little one.” Shane smirked and wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Yeah, thanks.” You replied simply, not liking how close he was to you, and how his hand slowly traveled down to your hips.

You squinted your eyes and took a step back. “What?” Shane asked, a small huff of irritation leaving his lips. “You don’t like it when i touch you?” He asked in a low seductive voice, the one that made you sick to your stomach.

You wanted to say something but Daryl cut you off. “I think it’s pretty damn obvious that she doesn’t like it, back off. Now.” He said sternly.