»»──ஓ๑Percival Whitmore๑ஓ──««I stood up from the coffee table, my legs carrying me the short distance to the couch with measured confidence. Each step felt deliberate, a show of control I refused to relinquish. I stopped just shy of him, placing one hand on the arm of the chair beside Lucian’s head. His expression remained calm, maddeningly composed, his lips curling into that smug, infuriating smirk I wanted to slap off his face.Instead, I leaned in.My other hand found his shirt, the fabric rough under my fingers as I gripped it tightly, using it to pull him closer. His head tilted up in response, bringing our faces inches apart. My own head dipped down to meet him, and for a moment, the air between us grew heavy with tension. My heart pounded harder than I wanted it to, the traitorous beat betraying the anger simmering beneath my skin.I do not want to kiss him.This idiot, this smug jerk with his stupid smirk and his maddening coolness. For fuck’s sake, I’d rather do literally a
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