Rewrite the StarsChapter 2

I got more animated as I spoke.

With every sentence, I gripped harder. With every grip, Jaxson’s expression grew darker.

His mocking smile vanished completely. By the end, his face was like a thundercloud.

He squeezed out one word through gritted teeth: "Fine."

I was confused. Why the sudden change of heart? He looked like a man who had been cornered by a blackmailer.

Wait... his leg felt a bit thin. And oddly soft?

"Are you going to stop squeezing my hand yet?!" Jaxson finally snapped, his voice tight.

I yanked my hand back.

Oh. My. God.

That wasn't his leg.

I had just grabbed the "Prince of the Hill" in a very, very wrong place.