about a girl

Clearly, what he had considered a more politically correct approach had the exact opposite effect, and as he watched her face scrunch up in explosive rage and upset, it was the brimming tears that acted as much of a slap to his face as if she had physically struck him. “Baz—“ he began, but it was too late – the bomb had exploded.

His jaw tightened at the thought of the silver male constantly seeking her out – his muscles tensed in turn, and just as he was about to utter a low growling threat about finding the guy and putting a stop to that she completely turned the table on him.

He stared at her incredulously, shock upon his face before he pulled back, a frown marring his features at that point. How the hell did women do this?! “What do you mean just you?” His tone remained quiet, his gaze fixated on her as he stared at her, completely perplexed.