"Prove it." [K.S]

"Prove it." [K.S]

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"I really do love you!" He declares, but I just shake my head. "No, no. You've only known me for a week." I pull away. "Or, since the 5th grade?" He challenges with a laugh. I give him an astonished look, "You didn't even know I existed, you jerk." I walk back to the stove. "Oh c'mon, what do I have to do to prove to you I'm not joking?" "Kyle, please just leave." I hear him get up and walk out. I grab a glass then, walk to the sink to fill it. I take a sip, then slam it onto the counter, closing my eyes and breathing deeply. Before I knew it, a pair of warm lips press against mine. I open my eyes to see Kyle. He pulls away, his lips swollen, "There is that enough proof for you?" #1 in ahscoven & kylespencer
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Samantha Chen x Aiden Valentino There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket. My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real. My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?" The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings. "No" he whispers. "I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim. But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow. His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me. His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one. My tears. My pain. My silence. All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him. He came because he chose to.

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