"you're terrible at lying . . . "

sighing down at her.

like he intended to threaten her, but he only draws his head upward to evade her lips.

pale complexion a deep red as grumbles a response. "nice try . . . "

he bites down on his lower lip, yet he doesn't push her away or prevent her from touching him further. "i haven't the words to describe how deeply i loathe you, Bari." his tone is ever so slightly shaky, evident that his facade was cracking with her. "why, you . . ." it would have sounded

glancing back, already scowling in sheer displeasure at the sight of her. "what do you want."

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀you aren't liking this." what a ridiculous response, he thinks to himself. here he was, pinning his nemesis to the wall in a tense manner. "i can't stand you . . ." heavy was his voice, with vague hints of want laced in.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀was this gravitational pull between them ? heat scours his face, silently staring into her eyes now. how he loathed her, but was drawn to her simultaneously . . .

(( no u. /Lh