Amara’s pov
Our bodies were aligned with our faces meeting. Forehead touching with nose brushing against each other and his eyes pooling with regret, he can go to hell!
"You are a dumb man Orian." I whispered noticing how there was barely a hair's space between us and if we were to lean in at the same time, our lips will brush against each other, "And I hate you."
"I hate you more." He whispered. His hand came up to my face. He crooked his index finger trailing it under my jaw, so softly like he did not just assume that I assaulted him a few minutes ago, "Tell me exactly what happened last night."
"No." I struggled against him, "Let me go or I would bite you!" I threatened baring my canines.
"I might enjoy that." He smirked still tracing lines on my jaw, "What happened?"
"Nothing ot
