"God, woman, you're infuriating," You'd been doting on Alex the whole day, from the morning when he'd had a headache to now where they weren't able to find a spare guitar for him to use.

It was grating on him, even if he knew where your heart was in doing it.

"I can handle myself, m'not a small child," He hissed, gently nudging you away from him. Alex's eyes raked over you, and he could see the anger flickering in your expression.

It was hot. He found your anger attractive.