Hers but not His

He lightly stroked his hands against mine, his uneven breaths fanned over my flushed cheeks and whispered teasingly, sending chills down my spine, "Aria you little brat!"
I internally sank to my knees at his reaction. He was too close to my liking. I tried to resist but he didn't move even an inch. But that didn't mean I couldn't possibly do something.

Buried darn feelings came rushing in then and there. I was practically having an internal war with my emotions. Yes, I came back to the city, to start afresh, not to rekindle with some shitty one sided crappy feelings. What happened in the past stays right there. I cannot afford to lose my shit and show the weaker side of me. I wasn't going to risk that. Not now, not ever.

The next thing I did was, off the table, madness. I gathered all my remaining guts left in me and looked straight into his eye as though I'm looking into his soul. I tilted to my toes and dangerously leaned my head up to him as close as I could possibly get. Then, I blew a faint air into his ear, and clapped back provokingly, "Oh she ain't the old brat you knew."
I felt him tense up at my comment. A soon as he realized I caught him off guard, I took that as a loop hole and slipped away, not caring to turn back.