Dahlia didn’t let go of Michael’s wrist until they were away from the pizza place, Ashton and the rest of her friends out of sight. “Why did you do that?” Michael asked when she released his hand. “They’re your friends. And its clear that Ashton isn’t too fond of me, so why?” He asked.
He towered over her. Dahlia didn’t realize how tall he actually was until he was standing right in front of her, his green eyes staring down at her through his eyelashes. She didn’t know why, and yet she did at the same time. Ashton had angered her, and Michael had done nothing wrong. She did what she felt was best.