Hidden Chambers
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Last published Tue, Oct 31, 2017
"YOU ARE SO BLOODY INTOLERABLE DID YOU KNOW THAT?" She roared, storming to the other side of the small living room.
His lips curled upwards into a snarl seething with hatred, his cold blue eyes reflecting his mood. "You think it's easy for me? Sitting around cooped up in this damned place, stuck with you of all people. A useless woman who can't even cook. Not to mention you are a pain in the ar-"
"ALL YOU EVER DO IS COMPLAIN AND MAKE SEXIST COMMENTS. AND I CAN COOK, WHATEVER COMES OUT OF YOUR MOUTH IS BOLLOCKS." She hollered back, striding back towards the taller of the pair.
"You are a good for nothing arsehole." She growled, right up in his face, stabbing a finger into his chest. Their eyes battled one another, icy blue against stormy green.
Then he closed the distance between them with a fiery kiss. And she kissed back, hard.
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