‘What the hell are you doing?’ yells a masculine voice above me. My icy glare moves upwards into a pair of equally cold, hazel eyes outlined by black spikey lashes, ‘you hit me arsehole!’ I yell incredibly, as I unfold myself from the driver seat onto the road, my hand finding my hip as I challenge the owner of the angry voice. ‘What the hell did you stop for, there wasn’t a vehicle in sight?’ he fumes, his lips pulled tight against his perfect teeth. ‘I stopped, you egotistical maniac, because there is a stop sign,’ Emily couldn’t help but become distracted by the stranger’s hard, yet handsome face. He runs a hand over his short, dark, crew cut hair that matches his five o clock shadow before sighing, ‘are you ok?’ ‘Well gee thanks, shouldn’t that have been the first question?’ I mutter sarcastically. His gaze lingers for a moment too long, his eyes assessing me sending my insides fluttering, ‘of course, I am sorry are you alright?’ he softens. ‘Fine!
