Lifting his head, a single dark brow goes to greet his forehead as he gives me an infuriatingly calm once-over."Why–what's–"
The words don’t even make it past his lips because I shock myself with the speed I deploy to bridge the distance between us. Honestly, The Flash should take notes from me. In the next second I’m in front of him, snatching both my precious journal and my fake fantasy list right out of his large hands, and scrambling back two paces.
"Some things are very much private!" Clutching them to my chest, I glare at him, heart racing a thousand miles per second. "You can't just go around touching everything in my room! There's a little thing called personal space and boundaries!"
I’m met with that usual creepy intensity in his stare. I don't know what I was expecting–a smirk
