Human Nature

"No I know exactly what kind of person you are." He whispers, lips so close to mine I could feel the words roll of his tongue, our bodies at a dangerously close proximity.

Not daring to move back, I don't hesitate to answer. "Who am I, Styles?"

"You're the kind of person who needs to know everything ones thinking, no? You need a constant rush to feel something. I've met many people like you, Geneviève. You're not anywhere close to surprising me." He states with a proud grin, eyes flickering between both my eyes like he couldn't focus on either one, assuming he's right.

I took a small step closer to him. His breath hitching, and body going tense. A small smile grew on my face, looking down and up to face him, before I spoke. "You're not intimidating, stop trying so hard." Knowing I caught him off guard with my response, I couldn't help but feel confident as I walked away.
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As he stood there, watching her walk away knowing she felt good, he knew she was nothing like anyone he had ever met.