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"Does it bother you?" He asked, after an incisive moment of silence.
"Does...what bother me?" I immediately returned, unable to decipher the objective behind the closed-ended question.
"The way I stare. At you." He pondered, as his dark...
Opening the microwave, I set my freshly-warmed food onto the counter in search of a fork and stack of napkins. However, when I returned to the counter to take my pasta, I could feel Kendall's daunting stare. Fixated on every part of me, dismembering me piece by piece.
"That was cute. What you did earlier." He finally remarked, allowing for a brief moment of silence. He only then began to stalk towards me.
"I'm not sure what you mean. It was nothing more than a dare." I dismissed, grabbing my food and turning away from him. I knew exactly what he was referencing, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of succumbing to his mind games this time.
But, one of his sturdy hands had already latched onto my waist, pulling me back around and returning my plate to its previous position on the counter. He took a few steps forward, until I was wantonly trapped between the counter and his grimacing body.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about, or should I remind you?" His eyes roamed scathingly across my frame. He rocked his feet side-to-side, testing my resolve as he sucked his bottom lip in between his teeth. I so desperately wanted to smack off the obnoxious smirk that had begun to make itself known on his charming face.
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"Okay, I gave you a lap dance. So what?" I continued, analyzing his every movement and equally matching his torment.
"Well, there's a certain problem I have and it's only right that you be the one to fix it." His tone darkened, as his head motioned towards his groin.
"Really? That was hours ago. I don't think it's possible-" I was interrupted by his hand, which had aggressively clasped onto mine and placed it on the entirety of his prominent appendage.
"Yes, it's very possible. What can I say? I am a very insatiable man."
I had been rendered speechless, as several questions filtered through my head by the second. Should I move my hand? Or, should I just leave it there? What the hell did he expect me to do after putting me on the spot like that?
Leaning forward, he allowed his cheek to softly brush against the side of my face. Then, he did something unexpected. My heart fluttered as I watched him bring his lips to my forehead, gently pressing them down onto my temple.
"Goodnight Sasha." He remarked, then strolled off towards his room.
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According to Ahmad's text this morning, the majority of the day would be spent at the local skiing slopes. Given my very unfavorable track record with doing any kind of egregious activity in the snow, I wasn't too big a fan.
In middle school, my class had taken a chaperoned trip to Lake Placid. On the second day, I'd decided to try out some of the more difficult trails with a couple of my classmates. Initially, I had been able to keep in tow with them. However, when we reached the final trail, my snowboard flipped over on a raised jilt in the ground and I face-planted straight into a boulder. I left that trip with few fond memories, along with a broken nose.
