Slate keeps his mouth tightly shut, not revealing anything to me, which I'm dying to know. Whenever I try to ask him where we are going, he'd only reply "We'll get there soon, and you'll love it" and trust me, I want to smack the back of his head hard. I know hurting someone purposely is wrong, but he's making me. He annoys me, really, but one touch and everything will be okay. That's how it always works. Damn him for having such a strong effect on me. Everything he does, it has an effect on me, and when he does sweet things, damn it, I just want to wrap my arms around him and let myself be cocooned by his strong arms.
My arms are crossed across my chest, puffing my cheeks, drawn on my face is an annoyed expression. He chuckles at my expression, which makes me turn my head away from him i
