hand over your heart, let's go home by caramelle
“Oh. So you’re rude no matter where you are.”
He stops, turning sharply to glare at her. He means to respond with a comeback, he really does but he sees the set of her clenched jaw, the ramrod stiffness of her shoulders, the way rogue strands of blonde have fallen to frame her face and … well, frankly, he just forgets to.













