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his face – he was too tall compared to my own tiny height.
The top of my head barely came to his shoulders.
“You are disgusting,” I hissed, feeling my cheeks
warming up under his dark, teasing eyes.
His breath feathered over my cheek; his lips way too
close to my ear. “I am proudly filthy, Sweet Cheeks, and so
are you. For having these dirty, dirty thoughts.”
I suddenly felt hot. Sweat beaded on my neck and
between my breasts. My chest heaved with a shallow
breath as my insides shuddered at the mere proximity of
him.
His lips grazed my earlobe, and my body tensed. I tried
to twist my arm out of his grip, but it was pointless. My
other hand landed on his hard chest, and I shoved him
back. “Fuck off.”
He let go of my hand and took a step back, his bruised
lips quirking up on the side. “See you tomorrow, Garcia.”
I flipped him the finger and started walking away.
Asshole.