Who me?

"What the hell Katara.", stated the now drenched and steaming Prince Zuko, from the shore.
"Who me?" replied Katara. There was something in her voice, something about the way she was looking at him. Her whole body seemed to scream come and get me. Zuko shook his head and crossed his arms.
"You know, you're allowed to have a little fun every now and again don't you?" It was more of a statement than a question. It sounded almost like a dare. Zuko wanted so badly to join her in the water, but she looked to good standing there. He knew if he allowed himself this moment alone with her he would surely end up saying something he would regret. So instead of joining the woman he loved, he turned around in the opposite direction ad huffed off. Her heart did not belong to him. Her heart was something he would never be able to possess.