"and what if I do it?" He gave me a death glare, and I all I could do was to gulp anxiously. He couldn't do hurt me right? I trust he would never touch me. He is only bluffing.
"I dare you to touch me. You can't do anything, and you won't do anything to me."
He grits his teeth, looking like a living angered demigod, and then a sound like a grunt released from his lips. He turned around still in anger, before running his fingers through hie jet black hair. He looked more frustrated.
But why is he getting too dramatic, just because I left the house. I really don't like his overdramatic side. He should be a General, not a baby whining for reply.
And his eyes, I don't like the color it was giving.
"Devon?" I called his name, and suddenly, he turned around, grabbed my arm, and pushed me towards the door, before slamming his lips on mine.
I widened my eyes in shock, staring at him unbelievably. What is this?
