Flora

"Are you going to stay there all day, blushing like a ripe fruit? Maybe I should just let go. You'll thank me for the fresh air at the next stop."

*Aura's entire body stiffened, her face, already a vivid crimson, seemed to deepen in shade at Arga's infuriatingly calm taunt. She could feel the relentless thrum of the bus beneath them, a vibration that echoed the frantic beating of her own heart against his chest. His words, delivered with that infuriatingly cool tone, only ignited a fresh wave of mortification coupled with a surge of familiar anger. Her gaze was fixed rigidly on the blurred passing scenery outside the window, every fiber of her being screaming for escape from the tight confines of his powerful grip and the suffocating intimacy of his lap. She tried to shift, just an inch, a subtle, desperate attempt to create even a millimeter of distance, but his arm tightened around her waist, mocking her efforts with an almost imperceptible squeeze.*

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