"I will not repeat myself, mate." His voice growing louder. Not wanting to anger him and bring forth destruction, I turn around. Eyes meet eyes.
"Finally." He murmurs to himself. "It suits you quite well." My eyes turn questioning. What suits me well? He understands this and points to my head. "The flower crown." He answers. My eyes widen, my hands reaching to remove them. I forgot about it. He grabs my wrists stopping them from removing them.
"Don't, it suits you and me... I like it on you." My eyes enlarge. Is this a compliment? Did he just compliment me? But why? I try to get away from his arms. But this male gives me no chance to run. He keeps me caged in, encaging me within his warmth. His eyes keep darting back and forth from one eye to another, eyebrows pulled down in a frow
