"Let go of my hand!" Katherine growled, yanking her arm away from Paul's grip. "Are you high?"
Frustrated Paul combed through his hair with violently moving fingers. Placing the other arm on his hip he turned around to face her, his recently tousled hair falling in tendrils down his forehead where the dark strands sat framing his eyes. Katherine rage only burned brighter as she reacted to him. They way he looked wasn't fair, clad in all black, ripped black jeans that hugged his strong thighs and a black button up shirt that hung on his lean frame two buttons too open exposing the white smooth skin beneath. Skin that was exposed more with every breath he took, when did he get so sweaty? Because she tried to understand how his skin shone. But she wasn't the only one stunned speechless by the other, she wasn't the only one noticing things, and whilst she was mad, enraged at both him and her wicked heart that had refused to let her have peace. Paul was beyond confused.
