Oakley instinctively burried her face in Nate’s chest as his one hand held her waist , his hand slipped in from her back , between the fabric of her dress and her skin. He used his muscular arm to hold her up on her feet as he pressed her against his chest , keeping her close and out of harms way. He used his other hand , making a shield with his forearm as he protected her from any possible danger. He scolded the people “Go away!” He yelled over his shoulder , rushing towards the car waiting for him.
The paparazzi blocked the way to the car , the flash of the camera’s going off repeatedly. “Just one picture , Mr. Hart.” The paparazzi pleaded , coming closer into his face. Oakley yelped which made Nate pull her in even closer to him. “Move!” He bellowed , his anger rising to the surface.
