"Kieran, hold your horses! What are you up to?" Julie turned her head to glance at Karl, then went back to the hand Kieran was gripping tightly, speaking angrily.
Even though Kieran was tipsy and his steps wobbly, he was steering her steadily towards her home.
She thought he would remain aloof and ignore her, but it wasn't until they reached her front door that he said, "I need a shower; open up."
"Why don't you go to your own place for a shower? What on earth brings you here?" Julie snapped, giving Kieran a kick, and then headed towards Karl.
She'd never seen Kieran drunk before! He was a real handful when he was!
No sooner had Julie turned around to leave than Kieran yanked her back.
She was forced to lean against the iron gate, and the pain made her wince.
She looked up at the man pressing against her with a steely gaze, only to have Kieran rudely snatch her bag away.
"Kieran, what do you think you're doing? Give it back!" Julie reached for her bag, but Kieran easily swung it over his head.
Kieran was just too tall. Julie, even on her tiptoes, couldn't get her bag back and ended up giving up.
It was only after Kieran couldn't find the key that he disdainfully tossed the bag back to Julie.
Just when Julie thought Kieran was giving up, he suddenly pressed her against the wall.
He bent slightly, making a nice arc.
The man, full of masculine allure, was suddenly close to Julie.
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