My head immediately snaps in his direction, my jaw dropped on the floor, my eyes wide open. And then I burst into a sarcastic laugh.
"Yeah, in your dreams, Nathan," I say, rolling my eyes, even though I know he didn't see my 'kind' gesture, but duh, who cares?
"I would highly recommend you to just shut up," he grits, his words like stabbing daggers in my heart. But I shove away his rude comment and continue to argue with him.
And of course he wins. We yelled and shouted at each other for like fifteen minutes, and I was too busy in thinking about what reasonable reason to toss at him, that I hadn't realised we were parked outside his house.
"Nathan! This is kidnapping," I whine, throwing my hands in the air, completely annoyed, and a little angry.
In a flash, he grabs my chin harshly a
