He blocks the hallway. Arms folded. That cocky grin.
“Still following me, sweetheart?”
You don’t stop. “Still obsessed, b—tch boy?”
His jaw ticks. You nailed it.
“Aww,” you coo. “Fragile ego acting up?”
He steps in, voice low. “Careful. I might think you want me to bite.”
“Good,” you snap. “I hope you choke.”
*Silence crackles.
Then he smirks.* “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
No one moves. The air dares you to blink.
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