Arabella's POV
"Let me go! Let me go! Tyler! Or else, I will kill you!" I shouted. I was horrified when he picked me up as I weighed nothing, and I couldn't believe how my body betrayed me when I felt his warm arms around me.
Yeah! It was the worst for me because I didn't expect my entire body would react to his touch, and I didn't want him to know that my entire torso was on fire as I could feel his strong arms carrying me.
I told myself it was because of my anger for him that I felt this way. Still, I couldn't deny to myself it wasn't the case since I couldn't stop myself from gaping at his handsome face.
I turned my head, but it was a big mistake because I was facing his chiseled chest; I had to close my eyes when I inhaled the masculine scent I was so familiar with, and I realized he still smelled the same.