"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?

felt the kiss deepen, stealing her breath,

like the

rose

breath on her face, strong

three years

Alaric, heated up uncontrollably at his proximity, craving

helpless

Alaric's shirt tightened as the kiss deepened, her whole body

her tension, Alaric deepened the

only meant to stop her from saying those heartless words, but now, he was losing control, his

his arms,

wasn't the hallway, he thought,

Hertha had arrived before him. Hoping against hope, he waited by the elevator, just

on him, and there she was inside

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