Okay, when I said all of my anger disappeared, I meant it disappeared temporarily. Because it came back after five seconds.

I broke the kiss and punched him on the shoulder.

"Ouch!" I cried out as it hurt my own knuckles. Great. He didn't even react.

"Jesus, Anya, don't hurt yourself," he laughed.

"Shut up jerkface! How could you embarrass me in front of everyone?" I snarled.

"Hey now, I was just speaking the truth, my darling. Just give in and be my girl," he cupped my cheeks and stared into my eyes.

"Now my hand hurt. Why is your shoulder so hard? Did you stuff it with rocks?" I...