CHAPTER 6 - The Shameless Girl vs. The Internet.

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An Indirect Kiss with the Cold-Hearted Man

Dave scoffed, his deep brown eyes narrowing slightly.

Nora held her breath, her hands still cupped in front of her like a prayer, waiting for some kind of miracle. But judging by the sheer indifference on Dave's face, that miracle wasn't coming anytime soon.

Seeing that her pleading was hopeless, she exhaled in defeat.

I still have a long way to go with you, Dave.

She straightened her posture and crossed her arms, shifting to another battle strategy.

"Fine. At least eat your food," she insisted, her voice carrying a slight pout. "Wasting food is a sin, you know."

Before he could refuse, she grabbed his wrist, tugging him toward the couch.

Dave stiffened at the sudden physical contact. His first instinct was to pull away, but the moment he looked down at her small hand wrapped around his, something in him faltered.

For just a second.

Just let her have her way, he told himself. It's not worth the energy to argue.

With that thought, he allowed himself to be dragged, settling onto the couch with a sigh of reluctant surrender.

Nora beamed at her tiny victory, quickly uncovering the dishes. The aroma of the warm meal filled the air, and without hesitation, she handed him a spoon.

Dave eyed her for a long moment before finally taking it.

No argument. No sarcasm. No dismissive glance.

Just quiet acceptance.

And that alone made Nora's heart race.

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The Taste of Something Familiar

Dave hadn't realized how hungry he was until the first bite hit his tongue.

The flavors were rich, comforting—a stark contrast to the past few months of rushed, half-eaten meals on flights and soulless takeout boxes in foreign hotel rooms.

Nora, watching him intently, felt a surge of satisfaction curl through her chest.

At least he's eating because of me.

Carefully, she reached for the glass pitcher and poured water into a mug. Once it was full, she handed it to him without a word.

To her surprise, Dave took it immediately.

She tilted her head, blinking curiously.

Normally, he wouldn't accept things from her so easily.

A small frown tugged at his lips as he took a sip, his mind catching up to the same realization.

Why am I being so comfortable around her?

Shaking off the thought, he continued eating, deliberately ignoring the soft gaze burning into him.

But that was a mistake.

Because when he looked up—

Nora was staring at him with blatant, undisguised admiration.

Eyes wide. Lips slightly parted.

And—

…Was she drooling?

Dave's expression twisted with pure disbelief.

Clicking his tongue, he wiped his own mouth with a napkin before speaking in a deadpan voice.

"Wipe your mouth, idiot."

Nora blinked, completely confused. "Huh?"

Then she felt it.

Something warm and wet sliding down her chin.

She gasped, mortified, and grabbed the nearest napkin, dabbing at her face in a frenzy. Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, heat creeping up to the tips of her ears.

Damn it, Nora. How embarrassing!

Desperate to recover, she quickly diverted her gaze to the unfinished food on the table.

"You're not done yet," she pointed out, feigning nonchalance.

Dave, however, had already stood up. He brushed off her comment, his tone as cold as ever.

"I think you need it more than I do."

And just like that, he walked out of the room.

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An Indirect Kiss (That No One Asked For)

Nora sat there, frozen.

His words echoed in her head on repeat.

"I think you need it more than I do."

He—He—

'AWWWWN! He cares for me?!'

She grabbed her own cheeks, squealing internally.

Then, her eyes flickered toward the spoon he had just been using.

The spoon he had just eaten with.

The spoon his lips had touched.

A devilish glint flashed across her eyes.

Without hesitation, she picked it up and—

Took a bite.

The moment the warm, familiar taste hit her tongue, she melted dramatically onto the couch, clutching her heart.

"Ahh, what is this feeling? This strange, thrilling sensation?"

She quickly pulled out her phone, snapped a selfie with the spoon still in her mouth, and grinned mischievously.

Click.

Next step?

Upload.

With a devious chuckle, she typed out the perfect caption:

"An indirect kiss with my beloved."

She hit post.

And just like that, the internet exploded.

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The Comments Section – Featuring Dave's Fanclub

Dave's First-: "She's lying. The cold Dave would never give her his food."

I Love Dave-: "Shameless girl, always bluffing. Leave Dave alone!"

Forever With Dave-: "You ate his leftovers. Congrats, you're a leftover girl."

Dave Is Mine-: "Shut up, shameless girl."

Dave's Younger Sister-: "You can never marry Dave. Quit the fantasy."

Dave's Only Wife-: "Delulu is solulu. Laughing emoji"

Don't Touch Dave-: "A very shameless lady."

Marry Me, Dave-: "Shut up. Dave would never stoop so low to kiss you, bitch."

Be Mine, Dave-: "Dave doesn't even look at her."

Dave's Biggest Fan-: "Liar. How dare you? We don't support you. Leave Dave alone. F*** you."

Dave's First Love-: "A shameless girl like you can't move Dave's heart."

Dave's Side Chick-: "Delusional girl. I hate you."

Dave's Only Sister-: "F*** your brain. Nothing upstairs."

Love You Forever, Dave-: "A foolish girl. Give up and find someone else."

Nora scrolled through the hate comments, eyes gleaming—not with sadness, but with sheer amusement.

She let out a soft giggle. "Ahh, they're so obsessed with me. How cute."

Completely unfazed, she stretched lazily, took another bite of her (his?) food, and continued reading through the flood of insults, sipping them like fine wine.

"Don't stress yourself, Nora," she murmured to herself, smiling smugly.

The war with Dave's fanclub?

It was just beginning.