Kilin's eyes narrowed as her anger resurfaced. She refused to let him do whatever he wanted. She could still feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins as those blue eyes stared directly into her soul.
Kilin pushed him away, her frustration evident in her eyes. Wyatt winced, his hand gingerly pressed against his nose. The impact from the softball had left it throbbing, and his irritation only grew when she pushed him away.
He couldn't help but react instinctively, grabbing her arm to prevent her from walking away. As he pulled her back towards him, their proximity became uncomfortably close, her face almost bumping into his chest.
For a moment, Kilin's heart raced, her anger momentarily replaced by an unexpected fluttering in her stomach. The intensity of their proximity caught her off guard, but she quickly composed herself, remembering why she was mad in the first place. She struggled against his grip, her voice laced with frustration and hurt.
