“Oh wow, him? Seriously?”he scoffs, smirk tugging at his lips.“Didn’t know ‘bland and basic’ was your thing.”You shoot him a glare and shove him back. “Fuck off.” He just laughs, completely unfazed, hands raised.“Damn. Still as feisty as I remember.”Then he steps in closer, his voice dropping—sharp, but laced with teasing heat.“But come on… would it really kill you to smile at me like that? Or is that look reserved for walking clichés?
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