CHAPTER THIRTEEN
THE PARTY II
‘Punch his stupid smirk off.’ I thought, but pushed the intrusive thought back.
I glare up at him, slapping my hands against his chest and shoving him off me, but he just remains in place stubbornly. He smirks at me in a mocking way.
I felt his muscles flex and ripple against my palm. Was he amused by this? I retract my hand and grab my cup, attempting to side step him, but he holds my arm.
“Let go!” I threw the ice cubes in the cup at him but his grip tightened and he pushed it back so the ice fell on both of us instead.
They roll and fall onto the floor beneath us.
His hands reach into his pocket and he grabs my phone, handing it over to me and letting me go.
I snatched it back with a scowl that said this wasn’t over and then headed to the kitchen is
