𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵.
𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺.
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳.
𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩.
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦.
𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘯.
જ⁀➴
"Watch where you're fucking going." His voice was sharp, like he was doing me a favour by holding back.
I blinked up at him, unimpressed. "I was. You just weren't paying attention."
He didn't move. Just stood there, towering over me, eyes cold, sizing me up like he couldn't decide whether to be annoyed or amused.
I rolled my eyes and walked off.
But I could feel it - his stare, stuck on me like he was still standing there.
Whatever. Let him look.
I'm not here to impress anyone.
જ⁀➴
"Please, let me hold you," he said, voice soft but firm.
I blinked up at him, unimpressed. "You shouldn't have done what you did then."
He didn't move, just stood there staring - eyes dark and steady, his gaze softening in a way that made my heart skip.
I rolled my eyes, smiling, and walk away.
I could feel it - his gaze melting my back.
Whatever. Let him look.
I'm not here to impress anyone...𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚.