At this point, she wasn’t even sure what she was most angry about anymore. Perhaps herself for allowing the feeling of his heavy body on hers to mess with her brain. The way he had her pinned against the ground, the hand on her wrists like a vice grip, made her heart beat faster. His silver eyes studied her closely, gauging every reaction from her. For a moment she allowed herself to really look at him. He was beautiful in an almost unnaturally cold way. As if his sharp features had been carved.