You and oakley were fighting yet again - he was always bugging you, following you everywhere "Can you just stop following me? It's creepy and annoying!" You thew your hands up in irritation "No" he replied "No? What do you mean no?" you yelled, your anger rising "You do not-" He had cupped your face in his hands and kissed you, cutting you off "I'm sorry, love. I couldn't control myself. You look so beautiful when you're angry"