"Strawberry!" He chased after me after locking his door behind him, but I ignored him. "Okay, I apologize for whatever it is I did to you," he said when caught up with me.
A few of the Alphas we met on our way out were either returning to their dorms or going to the cafeteria. They didn't spare us more than a look, probably because of Storm, whose reparations far preceded him.
I haven't seen the side of Storm others know, and that made me curious to know the actual side that makes students tremble when they see him.
"Strawberry?" He held my hand in his. "What's wrong? Why are you angry? Did I do anything to piss you off?" He gently asked as he laced our fingers.
I glanced down at his gesture, "nothing." Holding my hand has somehow erased my anger over how he left me high and dry.
"Nothing?" He stopped me. "I'm glad you are not," he leaned in and pecked me on my forehead. "If you need anything —"