But… was that actual crying?
No. Her voice still carried that breathless, desperate edge.
She was frustrated. And not in the way she wanted to be.
I leaned back, smug. "Well, you told me to stop. So I stopped."
"That's not… that's not…!" she stammered. "You… you can't just… just—!"
"Just what?" I asked, my voice dripping with mock innocence. "I'm just respecting your wishes."
She fell silent, breath still shaky.
I could practically feel the internal battle raging inside her. Pride vs deep desires.
Then, her voice, quiet and resentful. "You… you're cruel."
"You wound me." I smirked.
"Heartless."
"Terrible accusations." I shook my head at such childish curse words.
Her breath trembled. "You… you tease! You know exactly what you're doing."
I stretched. "Do I?"
Silence.
Then, in a whisper—"Just… just leave me alone."
She sounded exhausted. Defeated.
I grinned. "As you wish."