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Two can play the stereotypes game

He drifts a little closer, and my pulse ticks faster “Is that e do?” His voice is low, and his eyes drop to my lips

My voice is softer, higher compared to his “Isn’t it?”

A slight grin fro is back in ave you credit for”

“Is that a compliment?”

“It’s actually an apology I underestimated you”

Now it’s my turn to hesitate Still, it’s not like I didn’t know Stephen was arrogant It’s one of the things I love about him

“Apology accepted” Reaching out, I trace er down the front of his blazer “Now Wasn’t that easy? You don’t have to fight with everybody”

Taking a chance, I put my hand on his chest It’s firentle touch, but it radiates heat tothe space between hs I want this so much… I’ve dreae He’ll change

My voice is just above a whisper “When you look at ”

Our eyes hold, and I know he feels it, this pull between us My breath stills, and I’ with desire

But he throws on the brakes “I’h whiskey” His tone is level, and he releasesaway

I have to stop him

I can’t lose this moment

>“What do you want?” I’ “Do you even know?”