If looks could kill, Nimo was certain that she would be dead. The way Dwayne was looking at her was chilling. Like he wanted to grab her neck and twist it.
She shuffled her feet on the ground, torn between saying something flirtatious and dashing into the safety of her house. The door was three feet away; it was so easy to escape.
But it was Dwayne.
Dwayne, the man she was infuriatingly crushing on. Even that dark scowl on his face was cute. So cute that she wanted to poke his cheek with a finger and kiss it away.
"What were you thinking going out to the forest without telling me?" He barked.
Nimo flinched. No poking and no kissing. She peeked at the scowl which had deepened and winced. Yup, no kissing.
"I was thinking that my best friend had told me to show up and help her, so I followed her." She replied and shrugged. "It was no big deal. We had exo suits, we were very safe out there."
