"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?

thought, Hertha felt the kiss deepen, stealing

sensation was like the warmth

body temperature rose along with

breath on her face,

three years ago, almost merging into

Alaric, heated up

was a helpless yet irresistible

shirt tightened as the kiss deepened,

her tension, Alaric deepened the

stop her from saying those heartless words,

in his arms, softened into

wasn't the hallway, he thought,

had arrived before him. Hoping

there she was inside the elevator as the doors slid

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