"Do you even have to ask?" Alaric said.

"Please, who knows women better than another woman?" Hertha rolled her eyes at him and strutted ahead.

"Guess it's back to the clean-cut look for me then. Can't have you disliking it," Alaric followed her.

"Alaric, how many more times do I have to tell you, we're just frien-!" Hertha turned around, annoyance creasing her forehead, about to remind him they were just friends.

Before she could finish, Alaric cupped her face, pulling her closer, and her lips were suddenly captured in a kiss.

Her breath hitched, eyes widening. Up close, Alaric's face was magnified, his eyes like shimmering orbs of crystal, so pure they seemed to pull her in.

And his eyelashes, long and curled, were a sight to behold.

How could a man's eyes be so beautiful?

in thought, Hertha felt the kiss deepen, stealing her

was like the

body temperature rose along

feeling Alaric's breath on

three years ago, almost merging into

Alaric,

was a helpless

Alaric's shirt tightened as

Alaric

meant to stop her from saying those heartless words,

his arms, softened into

this wasn't the hallway,

sure if Hertha had arrived before him. Hoping against hope, he

there she was inside the elevator as the doors

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