ABL 24: A Ruse

Amanah

I stared at Miall the whole time we stood on the stage; his expression and body language had changed, and it seemed like he was someone different.

As always, he left his shirt's two or three buttons undone, with his hands in his pockets as he stared straight ahead, emitting this dominating aura. Dominate me in bed, please.

His right eye twitched, and he turned, staring at me.

“Face forward,” he mouthed, and I scowled.

“Kiss me,” I mouthed back, and he squinted his eyes before commanding me to face forward again, and I did. What can a girl do to get a kiss in this place, huh? I said I was okay with pretending that kiss didn’t happen, but it was all I thought of, and, of course, more.

And this stupid mark had been itching as if it wanted to be bitten again. Only if Miall paid more attention to me. I got an idea and tugged at Miall’s shirt. I knew it would end in rejection, but there was nothing wrong with trying. He looked at me, and I smiled innocently as I pointed to my neck and