"Especially that guy, Robin Morgan. Do you even know him? And you're already acting like best buds with him?"
"Well, my second brother doesn't like you either and doesn't want me to be with you! I didn't know what you did for a living, but I still ended up with... MMMPH..." 'Jace Lennox, you bastard! You never let me finish my sentence when we argue!'
Phoebe Faulkner, whose lips were once again forcefully sealed by Jace Lennox, could only curse him in her mind.
By the time Phoebe Faulkner was kissed until she couldn't breathe, her anger had been kissed away as well. She could only glare at Jace Lennox with red, swollen lips. 'He's just completely unreasonable,' she thought. 'I hadn't even finished talking! Isn't he just relying on the fact that he's stronger than me?'
"Stop glaring. Weren't you going to invite Whitecoat to dinner? Hurry up and call him." Jace Lennox didn't want to continue their previous conversation; otherwise, he didn't know what he might end up doing.
