How did this happen?

Here I was staring into these gorgeous pools of green freaking the flip out. As I feel two grips around my wrists getting a tad tighter. I let my eyes wander freely around his face noticing faint freckles scatered across his nose. I can't help but notice how close we are. I mean it doesn't change the fact that I want to so badly punch his face black and blue.

Even though he could easily hold you back?

Maybe I should just listen to my inner voice it seems to always know better than I think it does.

You also may be wondering , why would you like to punch his face black and blue when you clearly fancy him? Well...

Want to know what she says next? Get the book to find out :D