"What do you think you're doing?"
"Hugging you?", he asked her with a fake innocent and confused expression on his handsome face.
Kyra stood there affixed, held by his arms at the waist glaring at the person as her fists clenched slowly. He stood in front of her with a cheeky, confident expression on his face as though he were daring her and testing her patience.
Kyra knew she was just a few seconds away from throwing a punch at that perfect chiselled jaw and the edge of his lips that were curled upwards on that attractive face.
" I like the colour you're wearing," muttered the handsome man as looked at the red jacket that Kyra wore, giving her an approving look as he nodded. She felt his right hand feel the material of the jacket lightly on her back. "Interesting sense of fashion too."
