He moved closer.
Oh no no. No. This is not some cliché wattpad book. I'm not moving back further.
I put my hand up to stop him, as strictly and firmly as I could. I also made a face of disgust to compliment my action.
He smirked.
And then smirked more and said,"Really doll face?"
"Don't doll face me, buttface"
"Why not sweet cheeks?" Came from the constantly smirking face.
"You haven't tasted my cheeks." I crossed my arms.
Really Ivy? Really?
In my defense, We were still too close.
As close as a paintbrush.
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