VOLATILE CREATURES

You have actually got to be kidding me.

Blood rushed to my cheeks at the realization of the acute social suicide that I've just committed from this mortifying mistake.

"Are you lost, Princess?" A smirk grew across his face as he took slow steps towards me.

I didn't realize I was backing away until my back hit the wet tiles of the locker room shower. My eyes jammed shut when the steam no longer covered up his, well - him. I gripped the towel in my hands at the feeling of his finger running along the arch of my eyebrow, making its way down to my lips.

"You should really be more mindful about reading signs before walking through just any door," he stood so close I could feel the breath from each seductive word graze my cheeks.

Seductive...

Seductive?

This shouldn't be seductive, this should be repulsive. I should be repulsed. I should be punching this guy in his neck for thinking that it was, in any way, okay for him to be this close to me - naked - in the men's locker room.

"Open your eyes."

Whatever you do. Don't open your eyes.

Before I knew it my eyes were fluttering open, staring back into his own. His eyes were a mesmerizing shade of green that I seemed to get lost in. The pace of my breath quickened and suddenly matched his own as the pad of his thumb swiped down on my lips pulling them apart. He rested his thumb on my chin and dipped his head down over my small frame.

"Kiss me." He commanded. My eyebrows furrowed at the realization of his words and what should be a horribly awkward situation.

THWACK!

My hand smacked clean across his cheek. His head turned to the side at the force of my slap and a look of astonishment fell across his face. His face turned back to me and his eyes searched my face as if looking for an answer to his next question.

"What are you?"
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