The Crazy She-Devil
"It's beautiful, isn't it?"
"It is."
"Please don't pull that with me."
"Pull what?"
"That." She pointed at my face. "Where I explain how pretty everything looks and you say yes but you would be referring to me." She waved her hands in the air, explaining. "It's cliche and kinda getting old."
"Would you prefer I do this instead?" I pinned a loose strand behind her ear, my palm roamed her soft features and also on her lips.
"Or this?" I leaned in to steal a kiss, stopping midway to see if she'd stop me and she didn't. I couldn't help the tiny smirk that lay on my lips after. "Aren't you going to stop me?" My raspy voice whispered in her ear. She shivered, unconsciously leaning into me for warmth. I stopped her fingers as she tried to wrap them around my neck.
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She's not the bad girl he thought she was. He's not the good boy she thought he was.
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