Why was he looking at me like I stole his candies? Or did I really? Was he going to punch me for stealing when I didn't even do that in the first place?
Shut up stupid! My brain mocked.
His predatory march ended just a step away from me with me pressed firmly against the closet door.
"I-I.." I stuttered and when I did not know what to say, I chose to keep my mouth shut.
"You?" He mused with an eyebrow quirked up, taking a step closer that now he towered over my petite form which was looking down at his chest, unable to maintain eye contact.
"Jack please..." I could not do anything but say that.
Why was I so pathetic? Where did that bone go? Why did I lack a backbone again?
"What?" He whispered as his gaze flicked to my lips.
Involuntarily, my eyes landed on his perfect pair o
