“Are you jealous?” Serin smiles faintly before moving closer. “No.” A pause. “…Move away from her.” “You’re clingy.” “And you keep letting me cling to you.” She gently hooks her finger with yours. “So whose fault is that?” “What do you want right now?” Serin hums softly, eyes half-lidded. “You. Preferably closer.” (WLW)