Taking Out His Anger On Guards

After kissing for a full minute, Olive's eyes returned to normal. Her fangs and claws withdrew. She looked at Wayne who was still holding her and kissing her and she frowned. She pushed him away and he staggered back in surprise. Before he could say boo, a slap tore across his face. Then another slap. Then a third one. Then the fourth one. All on one cheek. It wasn't painful for him. But it hurt him. Somewhere inside his chest was hurting.

“You liar! You womanizer! I hate you! I hate you so much!” she cried as she began to hit him all over his body. He grabbed her arms and pinned her to the wall, carefully.

“Olive,” he whispered.

“Don't call my name! Don't call me with that tongue of yours,” she cried. His heart began melting like butter in a hot skillet.

“Don't cry,” he said and began wiping her tears with his thumbs. His eyes turned into a warm, shiny blue. Like an ocean filled with stars. She gasped.