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AMIRAH.
I was completely tongue-tied, mortified. No one has ever looked at me like he did, he looked like he wanted to snap my neck out of the bod.
"Oh Gosh. I'm so sorry I.." I was so confused and his face grew stormier than it was a moment ago, so I rushed to clean up the mess I made with my hands.
Rock hard muscles were beneath that ungodly white stained shirt. Damn.
Double damn.
His nostrils flared as he narrowed his gaze at me, threw my hand away like it was trash and moved away.
My heart stopped beating in my chest as I stared at his retreating form. No man has ever looked at me like I was a piece of shit. Like an idiot I felt like I was floating on air, stupidly, and with no precise destination.
What was happening? I found myself unable to do anything after that incidence. The normal me would've stormed right after him and demand for an apology on why he looked at me like I was some dirt on his shoe. But this weirdo version of me kept looking out for him.
