Whore

Gasping, she raised her eyes and met his gaze, only for her breath to hitch. He was staring at her in a way that felt almost possessive, his expression unreadable yet intense. What was he thinking? Having him this close again stirred unwelcome memories of their kiss, and she quickly averted her gaze, her face heating with an undeniable blush.

"You look beautiful this way," he murmured with a smirk.

Her eyes flickered back to him before she could stop herself, a mistake she instantly regretted. He looked impossibly alluring in that moment, his features unfairly captivating. Her heart pounded against her ribs.

"Get off me!" She finally snapped, regaining a semblance of composure as she pushed against his chest. He didn't budge. Frustrated, she exhaled sharply and pleaded, "Please get off me."

That only made him smirk mischievously, the expression igniting fresh irritation in her. Did he ever take her seriously?