"Stop it!"
I struggled and punched his chest, but he grabbed my hands and held me harder for more than a few seconds. Even when blood was rolling down our mouths he didn't let go. In fact, he seemed more eager.
Only when I had trouble breathing did he move away. His eyes were glassed, and I could feel his desire still lingering. I had complicated emotions seeing his warm gaze.
"Please, don't tell me you didn't want this. I wanted it so much, Storm. I like you."
I regained my senses after some seconds, and I released my hand from his grasp. Then a slap landed on his pretty face.
"Don't look for me anymore."
He was in shock. I could see his eyes widen at my fierce gaze. Even if some tears were falling, I held my proud gaze.
Why should I cry? He is the one at fault here, why should I feel so sad? What is going on with me?
"Storm..."
He extended his hand to my face, but I avoided him.
"Don't look for me anymore!"
