"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, conquering and

stirring sensation was like the warmth of spring,

body temperature rose along

breath on

like that night three years

her outward disdain for Alaric, heated up uncontrollably at his proximity,

helpless

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

tension, Alaric

only meant to stop her from saying those heartless words, but now,

his arms, softened into

the hallway, he thought, yearning

wasn't sure if Hertha had arrived before him. Hoping against hope, he waited by the elevator, just in

was inside the elevator as the doors slid

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