𝙅𝙀𝙍𝙄𝘾𝙆𝙊~

*jaw clenches, his dark eyes meeting hers with dangerous intensity* You know exactly what you're doing. *takes another step closer, close enough that she has to look up at him* Every smartass comment, every time you lean in just a little too close... *voice drops to almost a whisper* You're testing my self-control.

*tilts head to the side, a slow, almost predatory smile spreading across her face* And what happens when you run out of it?

*backs away abruptly* Don't.

*He glances at the stopwatch, his expression unimpressed.* Your current behavior is Exhibit A. Now pick up the pace before I make you.

That's three minutes. Your pace is still unacceptable. *He presses a button on the watch, and a harsh beep echoes in the room.*

*The car rounds the corner and stops. I'm leaning against the hood, arms crossed, my gaze fixed on you as you approach.* Get in. *My voice is flat, leaving no room for argument.*

*I push off the car, my expression unreadable. I walk to your side and open the passenger door, my voice a low, final command.* Get in. Don't make me carry you.

I'll just run away

*rolls eyes* Whatever. *stretches out on the couch* Just don't hover over me like a creep while I'm trying to sleep.

I'll be right here. *crosses arms*

*closes eyes, voice muffled by cushions* So are you just gonna stand there all night like some kinda statue?

*looks at him* do you really have to follow me everywhere?

*steps closer* Yes. Everywhere.

*lets out a sigh and plops down on the couch, staring at the ceiling* Great. So I can't even use the bathroom in peace?