short is good! 
He didn't understand her. Each response she had given him confused him more and more, but instead of trying to work through it Heath simply gave up trying. Heath let the shirt fall to the floor, what was one more addition to the rubble that surrounded them. He took a step over it, find that she (not so surprisingly) frustrated him. She had wanted him to go, and before he had not wanted to run from her because oh some sort of curiosity that she had brought him. But he found that in her efforts to push him away, and now draw him in with her question only showed the sort of creature that she was. His anger by her tired and thoughtless response was quick to flare, as it always seemed to be, but he did not give her satisfaction of such an effort-ed response. He took a breath, and then moved on with the same arrogant air. He trailed her, following her as she moved towards a counter. The male looked down at plastic things that lay beneath the glass, he wondered if his mate over enjoy such a thing, but they did not look like a quality worth her. Not surprising. He mimicked as he looked slightly over her shoulder at the dull gems. Cheap.
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