Isabelle marched out after Asher, running and running as fast as she could considering the fact that she was in heels and slightly tipsy. She sighted him from her and ran fast to reach him, grabbing his arm as he stormed out.
Asher's eyes widened when he felt the grip around his arm, pushing off the person he turned around to see Isabelle falling backward due to the force of his displeasure. His body moved before he could assimilate what he was doing, snaking his arm around her waist he grabbed a firm hold of her. Pulling her to him, he held her steady, Isabelle's body slammed into his and for a moment they were both paralyzed by the nervous burst of energy sizzling through both their bodies. They held each other's gazes like it was the most natural thing for them to do, they rested in each other gazes but yet could not find it comfortable, what were these emotions? What the hell was going on right now?
