Prompt: From @the-story-shards-universe‘s #35.
Summary: “I was once told that someone would kill for lips like mine.” She leaned over, lips brushing my ear as she spoke. “Would you?”
I was not happy. In fact, I would have jumped at the opportunity to leave the room under any excuse. Being stuck with Sarah was the worst that could have happened to me.
Not because she was annoying or anything of the sort, but because I’d had a crush on her since the first grade. She was of average height, with grey eyes and chocolate brown hair. With olive skin that seemed to glow with the sunlight.
But now? I wanted out, so badly. She had decided she needed to test my patience by playing seductress.
I wasn’t sure I’d survive the ordeal.
Specially now, as she sat on my desk and smirked like a cat that had had the cream. I didn’t like that smirk at all. And I was thankful that I was sitting, otherwise I’m sure my knees would have given away.
She close the distance between our faces, I didn’t dare to move a muscle.
“I was once told that someone would kill for lips like mine.” She leaned over, lips brushing my ear as she spoke. “Would you?”
I gulped. I took a deep breath and answered as much calm as I could. “No, Sarah, I would not.” I congratulated myself for not stuttering.
Sarah turned to look at me, our faces inches apart as she searched my eyes for anything that would betray me. Then she smiled.
“Of course you won’t. You’re too good. Now, how about we get some coffee, on me.”
Good, coffee I could do. After all, we’d be in public and she’d have to behave, I hoped.
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