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ARTEMISIA

I groaned as my back came into contact with Sin. I didn’t know if he was doing it on purpose- stopping and making me hit him, but it was getting annoying.

“Perhaps, you should walk in front of me.” He suggested, and I glared.

“Does that matter? I was at the front when you overtook me and you were doing the same thing over again.”

Sin sighed and shook out his hair. My eyes lingered on him as the sun shone on his dark brown hair.

It seemed longer. I couldn’t remember the last time he shaved it. Still, it didn’t take away his sexiness.

His eyes twinkled, and I furrowed my brows. “What?”

“What, what?” Sin asked.

“You have this knowing look on your face. It makes me want to slap you so bad.”

He rolled his eyes. I guess because he knew I couldn’t do what I said. It wasn’t the first time I had threatened to smack his face, and I doubted it would be the last.

The last time we were together in the room, I believed it improved our relationship as we had been tolerating each o