I shut the door behind us as we got to his room, and stood with my back towards him for a few moments. Breathing. Calming down. Finding out where to start. I turned to him and he was standing right in front of me, our chests almost touching. He tried to raise his hand to touch my face, but I shook my head with a warning glare. Not the time. I took a few steps away from him to create some space. Being mad at him and feeling the attraction to him simultaneously wasn't compatible.
I planned what to say, and to stay reasonable and calm. But that's not what came out of my mouth.
"Are you f*****g kidding me!?" I almost yelled. I couldn't remember the last time I was this mad. In fact, I don't think I've ever been this angry. "What the hell is wrong with you? You could have hurt him really ba
