𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀
"Oh, my God!" I groaned in frustration. "You are the most stubborn, hot-headed guy I have ever met."
"Compared to who?"
"What?" I couldn't believe this guy.
James rubbed his jaw. "You said I'm the most stubborn, hot-headed—"
"I know what I said, goddammit." I just couldn't fathom why this man got to me so badly.
"So, who are you comparing me to when you say that?"
"Jesus. What does it matter?"
"Vanessa?" James kept his gaze locked on mine, his smothering orbs boring into mine.
"What?" I groaned and he arched a brow.
"Why are you acting so crazy right now?"
"I'm acting crazy? You are the one asking me crazy questions!" I pulled my palm down my face.
And then the corners of James' mouth began to slowly creep up into a smug grin. The darkness in his eyes disappeared, replaced with an impish glint as he stared at me. It was like he just realized he knew something I didn't.
