He was angry, that was obvious. His golden eyes looked like a flame blazing afire, his raven hair was messed up and his fists clenched and unclenched. At first, I felt scared because who wouldn't be if they saw an angry tall muscly man in front of them. But then I realized.

Why should he be mad? I'm the one who's supposed to be angry at him, he should be begging for my forgiveness right now.

I stood up and looked him in the eyes and he seemed to hate that because he made a disgusted look in his face. I would lie if I said that it didn't hurt,...