"What do you want, Maxwell?" Emelisse demanded, glaring at him as she moved away from him. Maxwell blinked at her and he almost looked startled by her reaction before that was replaced with guilt.
"I...just..." Again, he was scrambling around for words.
"Why are you so keen on teaching the woman you hate how to throw a fishing hook?" She snapped. "You cannot keep doing this to me!"
"I am really sorry for that night," Maxwell muttered, gazing helplessly back at her. "I did not mean it that way. It just came out."
"Oh, so you just randomly pick about people to hate, do you?" She snapped. "You know what? Let me give you some facts. It is not only just you. I do not like the way you...yes YOU make me feel! I hate it too. The breathlessness, the crazy beating of my heart...the...the..I h
