"Nope, noooo way." I said, shaking my head.
"So, you'd rather clean the trophies is what I'm hearing." He teased.
"Yes, anything is better than being with you " I retaliated.
"Oh really?" He said, looking at me with a humorous smile.
"Yes really." I replied, getting off the desk and walking toward the cleaning supplies.
"Well that's too bad." He said, taking my arm and spinning me toward him.
I was about to protest when he clicked a button on an old radio he took out of the closet, and I heard it. The Merry Go Round of Life by Howl's Moving Castle, my favorite song.
He looked at me to oblige him and when I sighed, taking his hand, I heard him chuckle softly.
He took my hand in his, placing the other on my waist while I put a hand on his shoulder. The steps were slow and simple, and soon we were just swaying in each other's arms.
Everything was silent except the music, and somehow in this moment, I didn't completely hate him.
The feeling of his body against mine wasn't revolting, but.. comfortable. And his face, inches from mine wasn't a threat but an invitation; one I found myself wanting.
After a few minutes the song ended, and slowly we broke apart. I stared at him, my mouth slightly open while he purposely averted my eyes, red growing on his cheeks.
Eventually we got to cleaning the trophies, but all the while my mind wandered to the previous events.
Could I actually not hate him like I thought? Or was it just the music?
All I knew is that it felt different looking in his eyes without hate reflecting in them.
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The Garden of Eden
General FictionMaeve Chantelle is forced to work with her enemy to find the 'Garden of Eden' that's hidden somewhere in London. If they fail, she'll lose her scholarship and get kicked out of school, and he tries everything in his power to make that happen. But so...
