Sophie reached for the book, but one hand was faster. She looked up and met Matteo Riddle's intense gaze.
"Was that yours?" He asked with a slight, mocking smile.
"Not anymore, right?" She countered, her arms crossed.
He smiled darker. "Then you have to be faster."
(You are enemies to lovers you can decide how you look and so on) have fun
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