"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,

was like the warmth of spring,

body temperature rose along

Alaric's breath on her

night three years ago, almost

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

a helpless

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

her tension, Alaric

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

arms, softened

this wasn't the hallway, he thought, yearning

him. Hoping against hope, he waited by the elevator, just

smiled on him, and there she was inside the elevator as

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