Leah's pov:
The pub's dim lights flickered over the crowd, casting shadows that danced to the rhythm of the music. I sipped my drink, trying to blend into the background, to disappear in the sea of people. But fate had other plans.
My heart skipped a beat as I spotted her across the room, Eva Garcia, the bane of my existence, sauntering through the crowd with a confidence that was impossible to ignore. I braced myself for her inevitable approach, steeling my resolve against her usual taunts and jibes.
But to my surprise, her smirk softened into something resembling... amusement? Before I could react, she was standing before me, her hand outstretched, a challenge glinting in her eyes.
"Come dance with me, princess," she said, her voice teasing but oddly sincere.
I hesitated, caught off guard by her unexpected invitation. But before I could gather my thoughts, my traitorous mouth had already formed the word, "Fine."
As we moved to the music, a tension simmered between us, palpable and electric. I tried to ignore the way her proximity sent shivers down my spine, tried to focus on anything other than the way her body moved against mine.
But then she leaned in close, her breath warm against my ear, and my resolve crumbled like sandcastles in the tide.
"What's up, princess? Am I making you nervous?" she whispered, her words sending a jolt of heat straight to my core.
"No chance, Garcia," I shot back, my voice betraying none of the turmoil raging inside me. "Why do you want to dance with me anyway?"
"Because I wanna get into your head," she replied, her smirk widening into a grin that made my pulse quicken.
Before I could formulate a response, she was gone, disappearing into the throng of dancers with a toss of her hair and a wink that left me reeling.
I stood there, rooted to the spot, my mind a whirlwind of confusion and frustration. But then I saw her, across the room, locked in a passionate embrace with another girl, her lips moving in a way that made my stomach churn.
And in that moment, I realised, Eva Garcia wasn't just trying to get into my head. She was playing a game, one where the rules were hers alone, and the only winner was her. It's like she's got me under her spell and It's working, I might, just might, be developing feelings for her.
I pushed open the bathroom door, grateful for the momentary respite from the chaos of the dance floor. As I washed my hands, trying to calm the tumultuous thoughts swirling in my mind, the door creaked open behind me.
Before I could react, Eva's familiar scent enveloped me, her presence sending a jolt of adrenaline coursing through my veins. I stiffened as her hand encircled my waist, pulling me back against her with a force that left me breathless.
"What are you doing?" I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper.
Eva's lips brushed against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "Come on, princess," she murmured, her words sending a rush of heat straight to my core. "Don't act like you don't want it."
Her hand trailed down to my inner thigh, igniting a fire within me that I struggled to contain. I leaned into her touch, my resolve crumbling like sand beneath the tide. For a moment, all I could think about was the sensation of her lips on my skin, the way her touch set my body ablaze with desire.
But just as quickly as she had appeared, Eva was gone, leaving me standing there, trembling and alone. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment and frustration.
What game was she playing at? What did she want from me? And why did I find myself craving her touch, even as she toyed with my emotions like a puppet on a string?
As I smoothed down my rumpled clothes and tried to steady my racing heartbeat, one thing became painfully clear, Eva Garcia was a master of manipulation, and I was nothing more than a pawn in her game.
As I made my way towards the exit, determined to put as much distance between myself and Eva Garcia as possible, her voice sliced through the air like a knife.
"Leaving this early, princess? Is it past your bedtime?" she taunted, her words dripping with sarcasm.
A surge of anger pulsed through me, fueling the fire that burned in my veins. Without a second thought, I turned on my heel, my steps purposeful as I closed the distance between us.
In one swift movement, I had Eva pinned against the wall, my hands trembling with the force of my emotions. "What do you want from me, Garcia?" I demanded, my voice low and dangerous. "Because you're driving me crazy."
Eva's smirk only grew wider, her eyes dancing with amusement. "What makes you think I want anything from you?" she replied, her tone teasing. "Just like playing with your head, that's all princess."
But before she could say another word, before she could twist the knife any further, I silenced her with a kiss, a kiss born of frustration and desire, of anger and longing.
For a moment, the world fell away, leaving only the two of us locked in a fierce embrace. And as our lips met, I knew that despite the tumultuous storm of emotions raging inside me, there was one thing I was certain of, I wanted Eva Garcia, and I wanted her to know it.
For a heartbeat, time stood still, and I was lost in the intensity of the kiss, the heat of Eva's body pressed against mine. But then reality came crashing back in, reminding me of the countless reasons why I shouldn't be doing this, why I shouldn't be falling for someone who seemed to delight in playing games with my heart.
Breaking away from the kiss, I stared into Eva's eyes, searching for any hint of sincerity amidst the sea of mischief and charm. But all I found was that infuriating smirk, the one that seemed to say she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
"I should've known better than to fall for your stupid games," I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper. "But damn it, Garcia, you drive me crazy."
Eva's smirk softened into something resembling... vulnerability? "Maybe I like driving you crazy," she admitted, her voice barely audible over the thumping bass of the music.
Before I could respond, she leaned in again, her lips brushing against mine in a silent plea for more. And despite all my reservations, despite all the reasons why I shouldn't, I found myself giving in once more, lost in the dizzying whirlwind of passion and desire.
But as the kiss deepened, a voice in the back of my mind whispered a warning, a warning that no matter how much I wanted her, no matter how much I craved her touch, Eva Garcia was nothing but trouble. And if I wasn't careful, she would break me into a million pieces, leaving me shattered and alone.
But in that moment, with Eva's lips on mine and her arms around my waist, I couldn't bring myself to care. For better or for worse, I was hers, completely and utterly captivated by the enigma that was Eva Garcia.
As Eva pulled away, leaving me breathless and confused, a whirlwind of emotions churned inside me. Part of me wanted to pull her back, to beg her not to leave, but pride and anger held me back.
"Don't get your hopes up, Williamson," she said with a smirk, her words cutting through the tension like a knife. And then, as if to add insult to injury, she added, "Mind games," pointing to her head with a knowing grin before disappearing into the crowd.
I stood there, rooted to the spot, watching her go with a mixture of frustration and longing. It was as if she had a hold over me, a power to make me feel things I didn't want to feel, to want things I shouldn't want.
We went months without speaking to each other after, as if that night had meant nothing, as if we were nothing more than strangers passing in the night. But no matter how hard I tried to forget her, to bury the memory of her touch, I couldn't shake the feeling that Eva Garcia had left an indelible mark on my soul, one that I would carry with me for the rest of my days.
