Piercing Hatred | ✔️

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~Flora's POV~

There was an awkward air hanging around Knox and I as we headed to Knox's car after our shifts ended, my eyes flicking towards him once I had buckled my seatbelt. I bit my cheek and peered out the windshield as he began to drive, wondering if now was the time to say something.

I spent the better part of the car ride pondering over it, and it was when we pulled into the parking lot of our apartment building that I smacked some sense into myself. It wasn't like me to shy away when I had something I wanted to say. Why was I letting him change that?

"Did I do something wrong earlier?" I asked, scrambling out of the car when he cut off the engine. The car chirped as he locked it and we walked up towards the apartment building, his eyes flicking down towards me. "What are you talking about?" He responded with confusion, furrowing his brows. I bit my cheek and followed closely as we headed up to our apartment floor, waiting beside him as he unlocked the door.

"Earlier. The kiss." I said, wandering into his apartment. He swung the door shut and locked it, tossing his keys onto a table close to the front door. I bit my lip as he turned to face me, his brown eyes peering at me until I nervously fiddled with the fabric of my sweater. "W-Well, I meant the way you left." I stammered like an idiot, causing me to clear my throat in embarrassment as I tried to make myself more confident. "You practically ran away from me and then didn't say anything about it." I reminded him, frowning.

Knox took a step forward and I forced myself to stay as I was, not wanting him to know that I was flustered when he came close. I held his gaze, curling my fingers tighter around the fabric of my sweater.

But I broke when he came even closer, my chest almost brushing his, and bumped into the back of the couch when I stepped away to put some distance between us. "You didn't do anything wrong." He assured me in a murmur, my eyes widening as he caged me against the back of the couch with his hands braced on either side of me.

I tilted my head back to look up at him, hoping I didn't look as taken aback as I felt. "I left because every time I kiss you and you make those little noises, my body seems to think it's a perfect time for my dick to get hard." He told me bluntly, causing me to gape at him in disbelief. Then, however, I realized what he was saying and I felt the edges of my lips threatening to break into a smile, showing how entertaining I found that. "Are you saying you had to leave to calm down?" I asked, beginning to giggle when I saw the pink flush of his cheeks. "You were embarrassed. That's why you didn't say anything after." I realized, suddenly laughing harder.

Not appreciating the very obvious fact that I was teasing him for his untimely boner he'd had earlier, Knox scowled. "Oh, you think that's funny?" He said, suddenly leaning closer into me. I giggled a bit more and nodded my head as I stared up at him with a grin, my hand absentmindedly having found its way to his bicep.

He pressed himself against me and my smile fell away, a shocked noise escaping me when he gently knocked my legs apart. The opportunity presented itself and he took it, pressing his jean clad thigh up between my legs until he was against my core. I placed my other hand on his chest, glancing down to look where he had his leg pressed against me, my skirt having hitched up from it. A whimper escaped me and he brushed his palm over the curve of my hip, bringing my attention to his face. "What about this, doll face? Do you find this funny?" He hummed, raising a brow challengingly.

A small part of me hesitated to take the challenge, but the larger part of me couldn't resist. It seemed that was how both of us were--one would challenge, and the other would take it.

I looked him in the eye and nodded my head, trying to fight a smile. "Yes." I said, soft yet I knew he caught the confidence behind my words. He smirked, teasingly pushing his thigh against my core as he slipped his fingertips beneath the bottom of my skirt. My confidence wavered and I exhaled sharply, digging my nails into his biceps. "And this?" He asked, his fingers following the line of my underwear to my inner thigh. Somehow, having him touch me over my black tights, where I couldn't fully feel his fingers but rather just a teasing brush of them, made the ache between my thighs begin to grow.