luvforscar
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"Miss Archer," she says, voice shaking now, "back. Off."
I don't. I step closer. Now I'm in her space. Right in it. I tilt my head, staring up at her, slow and taunting.
"Why?" I ask, voice sugar-sweet. "Does it scare you, having someone get close? Or is it just me?"
Her lips part, but nothing comes out.
"God," I breathe, laughing softly, "do you even know what you look like when you panic? It's almost cute."