The entire closet was instantly consumed by darkness.
I was convinced now that she was just messing around with me.
She flipped it back on.
But, the constant locomotion from her part created other rippling movement.
My heart was pounding against my chest and I leaned back on the wall.
My eyes watched her boobs bounce with each movement that she made.
They were so round, so perky, so full—thry had heat rushing through me.
I wanted to grab them, to feel them, to taste them until I couldn't.
Could I ever get tired of such?
I had no idea if she was actually teasing me with those milk jugs or what...
"Well well," she said.
I looked up at her.
I was embarrassed at the fact that she had caught the direction of my gaze.
She took several steps forward and leaned in just enough to make me sweat.
I flinched back.
"Ohhh, so that is where your pretty blue eyes are?" She taunted me. "Cute."
I nearly cringed.
She was so close.
Too close.
My blood was roaring in my ears.
And she looked genuinely pleased at the way I was reacting to her presence.
I didn't know what to make of that.
Her stance was slightly shifted, just enough to put me on the spot.
Then I was forced to watch as she crossed her arms under her chest.
Ah Fugh!
Not again.
Still I followed every movement that her hands and boobies made.
All my shame went out the closet.
A slow, knowing grin spread across her face as she took delight in staring down at me.
"You like watching my babies shake?" She asked me with quirked brows.
My throat went dry.
My palms became sweaty.
I began to fidget, grabbing onto the material of my pants to stop.
"I wasn't... I didn't—"
The rest of the words got stuck in my throat as she jiggled those boobies.
Heat stole my entire face.
I suddenly felt pyrexic, breathless, dumb and needy all at the same time.
She cackled in my face.
"You little liar," she smirked.
She took another step forward, bringing her body nearly flush against mine.
I let out a small gasp of awareness.
She would kill me.
I was sure.
"You really think I didn't notice? Please. I live for making people squirm."
Her breath was hot in my skin.
"Mayhap I should squirm under you then, in the buff," I say to her in a small voice.
My eyes widened.
Hers did too.
Her smirk instantly dropped and was replaced by a deadpan stare.
Meanwhile, I was amazed.
I swallowed as I wondered where the courage to say that had come from.
There was silence for a while.
And then she asked, "Alright, what medieval porn novel did you crawl out of?"
I forced a small smile.
She took several steps back and leaned back against opposite wall.
She let out an exasperated sigh.
I did too, but it wasn't audible.
"Listen, Shakespeare, if you are gonna flirt with me—which I don't recommend—at least use words from this century."
I nearly cackled with laughter.
I was an avid reader.
I read a lot of historical books and tended to pick up and use old English words.
I think she didn't find that funny or any bit amusing—but Simon did.
"I can't help it," I murmured.
She quirked her brow at me.
"Otherwise? The door is right there forget me not blue," she said.
There was a teasing amile on hr face as she gestured lazily toward the exit.
I glanced at the the closet door which was closed just as she stepped forward.
And before I could process anything thar was happening, she was gently flicking my forehead for good measure.
She smirked at me.
I laughed then, the tension stuck in me simply easing away from my body.
I instantly began to feel more comfortable there after her little joke.
"I see you can take a joke," she mused with knowing eyes. "That's nice."
I made a tsk sound.
"Shakespeare can ta—"
I paused and rephrased.
"...can do other things pretty little girl," I said to her with a smirk.
"Other things like?" She inquired as she played with her finger nails.
"Other things like snapping bra hooks and fighting for freedom rights, you know..."
She stared at me, shocked.
She blinked once.
And then, she bursts out laughing, the sound sharp and unhinged.
I seemed to have impressed her.
"Oh wow, are you really doubling down on the cringe, huh?" She said.
I grinned broadly.
She shook her head.
But I saw that there was a glint of amusement in her eyes.
She stepped closer, instantly looming over you with a dangerous grin.
"Tell you what—try it."
I froze instantly.
"Snap one bra hook, ocean blue," she said in a soft whisper, "just one."
My heart rate spiked.
But then her smirk became evil.
"And see hust how fast I would dropkick you into the next semester bluey."
I didn't know if it was a joke.
Until a smug look claimed her face.
Then I scoffed in amusement.
"Is next semester another name for the garden between your legs?"
I asked her with raised brows.
Her eyes widened.
"You say?"
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