Sara's POV.

I couldn't believe the words that were out of his mouth. I specifically remember him telling me he wouldn't stop me, so why was he doing the complete opposite?

I gazed into his set of gray pools, wanting nothing more than to stare at the attractiveness all my life. I shook my head at my thoughts, what the hell are you thinking about, Sara? You're supposed to hate him.

I glared at him with all the hate I could muster. He has so many moods that it is hard to keep up with them. He might as well give me a whiplash.

I brought my idle left hand...