"Put me down you arsehole!!" I threw punches on his back but he wont budge.

"I said... put me down!!" Since it's basically in front of my face, I held on to his legs and bit into his fluffy . I swear, it's only to make him put me down.

"Oww!" He threw me on the bed and I landed on my back.

"Did you just bite my ?" He glared.

"If you weren't such an then maybe I would've done something different on your front." I muttered under my breath.

"What?" I rolled my eyes and stood up

"Where do you think you're going?" He firmly held on to my wirst and pulled me to sit back down in bed.

"To my friends!" I snapped, removing my hand from his grasp.

"Looking like that?!" He yelled.

"Why? Something wrong with my outfit?" I stood up to size him up and put a hand on my hips. His nose flared from anger.

"Why do you even bother wearing clothes when it already looks like you're wearing nothing!" I could see veins on his neck from yelling.

"What I wear is none of your concern!" I huffed.

"It is my concern when my fist connects to those guys faces! You're tempting them!" I snorted.

"They can look all they want!" I flipped my hair and bumped into his shoulder, walking pass him.

"And then what? What if they won't settle with just looking?!" He's very angry right now.

"It is not problem! They're the ones who don't know how to keep their hands to themselves!" I yelled back at him.

"It will be your problem if you won't be able to pry their dirty hands off!" I scoffed

"And who says I'll let them touch me without my consent?" He raked his hair in frustration and ruffled it

"Some of them won't care if they have it or not!" He panted.

"I am comfortable with what I'm wearing. Why would it seem to be like my fault if I'm minding my own damn business? You go yell at them instead." I rolled my eyes and turned my back to him when he held hips firmly.

I was about to shove him when I felt his wet lips on my . Shivers ran down my spine and I wonder if he felt it.

I was, no, we were, wearing one of those y