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"Alternatively, I have other ways to make it happen."
"What exactly do you mean by that? And are you going to leave me or not?" She stutters out only a few words as he lays her down on the mattress, earning her a look at him. "You-" she clenched her teeth and threw her hand in the air, as he caught it midway.
"I have my ways sweetheart." He said as she put her hand over his chest, feeling his heartbeat before jerking his hand away, pushing him to the side as he fell on the bed, watching her leave their bedroom, with a teasing grin displayed over his parted lips, a hint of amusement, pushing his body to may on his side as he groaned out "she's so stubborn sometimes.”
"Correction, everything!" Her head went within the small gap between the entrance as she delivered the surprise statement before leaving him down on the bed, regrettable of his sometimes disastrous mouth. He sat up, looking about for any kind of hint, before ruffling his hair in annoyance until his eyes lit up with some type of ideas.
"Stubborn, yes, but so efficient," he chuckled as he said to himself. He jumped up and dashed behind her, hoping to catch up while she was still opening the front door and mumbling mysterious wisdom, "Where are you up to?" He inquired, his hand around her wrist.
She looked up at him, puzzled, as to why he was now so interested in her. When she didn't say anything, he finally nodded and loosened his grip as she slid away from him, finally tossing a tiny glaze before disappearing to the backyard, rounding up their house.
While he stepped back, he carried out all the snacks she had bought last week and placed them on the highest shelf with a wicked chuckle. Imagine her trying to bring everything out while tiptoeing but failing, so she had to ask him for help. That is how he would get her to talk to him, yes.
He returned as if nothing had happened, sitting on the couch and turning on the television to watch, munching on the melon bar he'd gotten himself from the fridge while returning, when she finally stepped in, holding a bunch of tulips in her hand and placing them in the vase on the tea table in the living room.
His staring at her wherever she goes or whatever she does irritates her because he won't let his stare leave her, so she abruptly placed her cell phone on the table, before casting a fleeting glance towards him, still finding him unbothered.
She became agitated as she received more and more attention from him in an alternately good way, her cheeks inflaming hot, and she spoke, trying to cover her flushed face and intuiting her face with seriousness, "stop looking at me like that." She finally got up to leave after snapping.
"Like what?" he asked, yet he grabbed her wrist and said, "Stop looking at you like what?" His gaze was drawn to her moving lips before turning to stare into hers, "like that, right now?" She stuttered, unable to conceal her nervousness as a result of his eyes continually lingering on her body.
She ran her eyes up and down, as if asking him what he wanted while he sat there folding his arms over his chest, so she went, causing him to follow her till they were back in the kitchen. He leans on the kitchen counter, observing her every move.
