Arabelle stuttered, her grip around her dress tightening. "I....I only said your choice of color is lifeless. I didn't mean you yourself." Her hands went to his chest, intending to push him away.
Instead, when she felt the hard surface beneath the thin black shirt he was wearing, she was left in a trance.
Asher waved his hand in her face when he saw that she had zoned out. She quickly pushed him away and ran from the living room like someone that had been struck with lightning.
Arabelle made her way to their room, gasping for breath. When it came to moments where the situation was intense for her, she always managed to run away from it. It was just like that moment in the garden where they had kissed and she had ran away after the entirety of it.
When she got to the door of the room, she twisted the doorknob and entered, going to sit on the bed. It was only then that she realized that she hadn't even showered when she had gotten home.
