"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?

the kiss deepen, stealing her breath,

was like the warmth of spring,

rose

quickened, feeling Alaric's breath

that night three

disdain for Alaric, heated

was a helpless yet irresistible

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

tension, Alaric deepened the kiss

those heartless words, but

in his arms, softened

this wasn't the hallway, he

him. Hoping against hope, he waited by

and there she was

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