* ( let's try and calm the anger pFFT )
The anger from before was still there and when their lips met, that emotion was lit. Instincts took over and he pushed the smaller against the wall to deepen the kiss, hands gripping her shoulders before he regained his senses. The biker forced himself away, his hands raised in the ‘don’t shoot me’ pose, an expression of mild horror on his face, with a hint of a blush.
“ - FUCK, shit, I-I’m sorry - “







