She easily noticed his pupils widening slightly, the tension on his throat, and the sound of his heartbeat all increasing rapidly at that very smile of hers. She narrowed her eyes, and a dreamy look appeared on her face, but that small moment of mutual appreciation passed in less than a second. The very next moment, Tyler showed her a disgusted look, very artificial, yes, a forced attempt not to show his obsessive side, perhaps. But that still made her pout in displeasure nonetheless.
Glaring at him in apparent anger, she started walking ahead, leaving him behind. His exasperated voice was heard from behind, "Quit overreacting, and what's with those clothes? Why do you always have to be an attention whore? I mean, all the fucking time?"
