"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

was like the warmth of

body temperature rose

feeling Alaric's breath on her face, strong and

was like that night three years ago,

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

was a helpless yet irresistible

tightened as the kiss deepened,

Alaric deepened the kiss

from saying those heartless words, but

arms,

wasn't the hallway,

him. Hoping against hope, he waited by the

on him, and there she was inside the elevator

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