Ever so slowly, I lowered my mouth to the lime. As I did so, I felt the brush of her lips on mine.
Just a touch. Just a breath, and it ignited fire in my veins.
And at that moment, I forgot a lot. My heart stopped, my breathing quit, my thoughts cea...
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I slowly raised my hands, lips pulled tight in a smirk.
"August," I said in warning.
"Turn around," was his only command.
Slowly, I turned, eyes on his laser gun that now rested at the center of my chest. "Are you serious?" I asked, not able to hide my chuckle.
His brow lifted, as if to say "yes". Then, in one swift motion, he grabbed the collar of my vest and hoisted me to my feet, pushing me back against the wall. He pressed the gun to my side.
"What are you doing?" I breathed, looking between each of his eyes. He was so close that if I leaned forward only a couple of inches, I could press my lips to his.
When he didn't answer, I pressed onward. "You seem rather skilled in handling a gun, August."
"My father taught me a lot," he murmured. "Possibly too much. And you'd be surprised to know that I'm skilled in a multitude of things, Lia."
I sucked in a breath when he dipped his head to my neck, planting a kiss there before his lips traveled to my ear. "Tell me where the others are hiding," he whispered.
My jaw dropped in shock. I pushed him off of me, holding my gun to point it at him. "Are you serious?"
"What?" he asked, his gun also aimed at me. We circled each other slowly, as if we were at a duel.
"You did all of that just to ask for our strategy?"
He shrugged, but a smirk rose to his curve his lips upward. "I want to win. And besides, it wasn't just to know your strategy."
I ground my teeth together. The nerve of him. But an idea popped into my mind, and at his smug smile, I just had to execute it.
"Fine," I said, dropping my gun to my side, acting as if I wasn't a threat.
"Fine what?" he asked, a hint of disbelief coating his question.
"I'll tell you our strategy. You are my 'trial boyfriend', after all," I said. I shrugged, then crooked my finger at him. He smirked, walking closer to me. When he was close enough, I tugged him by his shirt to close the distance between us.
I kept one hand on my gun. I used my other to grip his hair, pulling his head back and pressing a kiss to his exposed neck.
He let out a groan. "Lia..."
I let my hand explore his body, my mouth next to his ear. "Our strategy..." I began.
Then, before he could react, I jumped back and shot him square in the chest, then took off running in the other direction.
