He looked down at the soft object she had thrown at him, the urge to laugh growing faster than the glare on her face.
"Did you just-"
"Leave" she demanded folding her hands and throwing him a glare.
He stood stund, thrown back to the days when she used to avoid him like he was a plague, not to mention that he could see the same anger in her eyes.
"But what did I do?" He asks cautiously taking a step closer to her, the need to touch her growing stronger.
Her angry was a sight to see, she looked like a child throwing a tantrum, arms folded, lips in a pout and a deviant look on her face.
The sight of her in the black dress did nothing but make his lust for her all consuming, he could still feel the softness of her thighs and the smallness of her waist. And it all but excited him.
