CHAPTER SEVEN
His arms were still around me and I ignored the rush of sudden heat as he glared at me with such anger that I thought I'd dissipate. It was either he was busy glaring at me to not notice that his arms were drawing me closer to him by the second or he didn't care.
I, however, was squirming in his grip and was wanting to be released before we got too close. But he assumed I was frightened under his gaze so his hold on me tightened. I mentally scoffed at this assumption...as if!
I was still wet and the water made my hair stick to my face and my clothes stick to my body. I was breathing hard, not only because I was suddenly cold but because of the proximity between us.
He didn't seem to care about that, he just kept glaring.
I got frustrated all of a sudden because of his in
