" I suggest, in your best interest, that you leave now before this really gets out of hand" His eyes were black, pure solid pearls of black. I learned to admire them in the short amount of time we had together. His eyes held adventure and danger; something I crave a taste of. "I don't want my best interest Styles. I don't care about my best interest " His eyes narrowed and his impeccable thrilling smirk came across his face. "What is it that you'd like then ? " He knew. I craved it. I need it. "Danger".