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Every touch of yours, sparks a fire inside me.
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Trouble Magnet💘: Four hours, thirty-two minutes, and forty seconds left, my girl
Akshnav's message lit up my phone screen like a beacon, stirring the pit of nervousness that had already been churning in my stomach.
Biting my lower lip, I picked up my phone, my heart thumping faster than I'd like to admit. He always knew how to get under my skin. Another message popped up almost immediately.
Trouble Magnet💘: My girl, how much chocolate have you eaten?
Me: 3
Trouble Magnet💘: That means my midnight snack is going to be very sweet
My eyes widened, and in my shock, my phone slipped right out of my hands and onto the floor with a thud. My heart was pounding now, and I could feel the flush creeping up my neck and settling on my cheeks.
He knew me too well-he always did. He knew that whenever I got nervous, I devoured chocolate like it was some sort of lifeline, and now... now he was using it against me.
I quickly scrambled to pick up the phone, trying to shake off the warmth spreading through my body. Before I could even think of a witty comeback, I heard my mom's voice from the kitchen.
"Meeru, what was that sound?" I froze for a moment, guilt flashing through me like I'd been caught red-handed doing something scandalous.
I turned to her and held up my phone sheepishly, as if that explained everything. She raised an eyebrow, then shook her head, already returning to whatever she was cooking. I breathed a sigh of relief.
Me: We bet on touching me, not eating me.
Trouble Magnet💘: Both are the same.
My pulse raced as I read his reply, and I could almost hear the smug smirk in his voice. He was toying with me, pushing all my buttons like it was a game only he knew the rules to.
