❝Have you ever painted anybody naked?❞ I couldn't help but glance at him, only to be met with a mischievous smirk in return. My heart raced with anticipation.
❝No,❞ I replied, my voice laced with a chuckle. "Why are you asking that?" I couldn't hide...
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I led him into a dimly lit classroom, the moonlight casting eerie shadows through the window.
It felt surreal, being alone with him in this secluded space.
The tension in the air was palpable, making it hard to breathe.
"You're not much of a talker, huh?" he remarked, a smirk playing on his lips as he approached me from behind.
His arms wrapped around my waist, and his chin rested on my shoulder.
I could feel his warm breath on my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His scent, intoxicating and alluring, filled the air.
He swayed his body slowly to the distant music, his touch sending conflicting sensations through me.
I couldn't decipher if it was disgust, awkwardness, or a strange pleasure that coursed through my veins.
He turned me to face him, his eyes roaming over every inch of my being.
I couldn't help but wonder why, out of all the masked faces at the party, he had chosen me as his favorite.
"You're weird," he teased, a chuckle escaping his lips.
There was an undeniable charm to his playfulness. "Won't you say something to charm me? The other boys were practically begging for a dance, but here you are, captivating me without a word."
He took my hand in his, pressing a soft kiss against my skin.
I wanted to pull away, to resist his charm, but my heart betrayed me.
It raced in my chest, drowning out any rational thoughts.
It was infuriating how effortlessly he could make anyone believe he was Prince Charming, but he was a jerk all the time to me.
I was torn between annoyance and the undeniable pull of my heart.
As his arms encircled my waist, the conflicting emotions within me reached a boiling point.
I tried my best to maintain an air of indifference, to show him that his actions did not affect me.
But deep down, I couldn't deny the undeniable pull of my heart.
His lips, soft and warm, pressed against the back of my hand, did not affect me more.
Each kiss, ascending higher and higher, left a trail of anticipation on my skin.
From my arm to my shoulder, his touch ventured to the curve of my neck, daring to explore further.
At that moment, I realized that my intentions were not pure.
I wanted to expose him, to make him vulnerable by engaging in this flirtatious game.
It was a way to tarnish his reputation, to challenge his carefully crafted facade.
But as his touch lingered, an unexpected heat coursed through my veins, leaving me questioning my desires.
With his face mere inches from mine, I finally found the strength to push him away, my hand firmly planted on his chest.
The surprise and bewilderment in his eyes mirrored the frustration in my voice as I spoke my truth.
"Fuck off."
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