I swore under my breath for getting caught in such an awkward position that gave off the wrong vibes. The cunning Lucas heard it and chuckled, still not letting go of my waist.
I firmly held the collar of his shirt that had become undone because of my aggressiveness. I looked at him with a death glare in my eyes, warning him with them to give it back before I burned him alive in front of the person behind me.
He chuckled and said, "Here you go. Now let go of me."
He brought it close to my face so that I would take it with the hand that supported my weight on the top of the bench. Before I could touch it, he snatched it away, irking me harder than ever.
The effort to reach it had me trip towards him and he smiled wildly. It was a crazy smile, something that hinted at his lunacy and his mischief to get me in more trouble. Right at that moment, where I seemed vulnerable enough to leak my anger out, he gave it to me.
