"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?

Hertha felt the kiss deepen,

stirring sensation was like the warmth of

body temperature rose along

Alaric's breath on

was like that night three

body, betraying her outward disdain for Alaric, heated up uncontrollably at his

a helpless yet irresistible

on the hem of Alaric's shirt tightened as the kiss deepened, her whole

tension, Alaric

those heartless words, but now, he was

arms,

this wasn't the hallway, he thought,

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

was inside the elevator as the doors slid

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