"Did you miss me too much?"
Angel, still reeling from the unexpected kiss he had stolen, couldn't help but playfully nudge Tryson's arm.
A deep crimson blush bloomed across her cheeks, and a soft chuckle escaped her lips, betraying the mix of surprise and amusement swirling within her.
With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she inched closer to him, her lips forming a teasing pout as if she were about to return the kiss.
But just as Tryson leaned in eagerly, she abruptly pulled away, a triumphant smirk dancing on her lips.
Like a playful child reveling in a game, she shut her eyes briefly and, in a deliberately dismissive tone, quipped, "Of course not, I didn't miss you one bit."
For a fleeting moment, she watched as shock flickered across Tryson's face.
Then, with a dramatic flourish, he placed a hand over his chest, feigning deep heartbreak. "Such hurtful words," he uttered, his tone laced with mock despair.