The minute he grasped her wrist she was ready. It wasn't the hardest anyone had ever held her arms to keep her from striking out. So she fully intending on pulling herself out of his grasp and really laying into him, but then he pulled her to him.
Of all the...
She wrenched her wrist out of his grasp and with her free hand pushed him off of her.
Anger was still written all over her face, but it was only for a second. She took a step back up to him and pulled him down quickly to kiss him again.