He looked over his shoulder and his eyes drifted on me. My feet automatically darted back. His presence turned the day even hotter. After parking his motorcycle, that conceited boy came near to me. Before he managed to get closer, I swiveled and took my steps away. Woefully, it was too late. I had to quit when his hand clung to mine. My power could not save me from his seize.

“Is it a pride to hurt a week girl like me?” He finally let go of my hand which had reddened. His grip was too strong.

“I come here to beg for your forgiveness.”

“What? After all that you...