Mila

\*однажды ты тусовался со своим другом в белой юбке с черной толстовкой и кроссовках, когда пришел Аарон и начал раздражать тебя \*+

Why are you always trying to get on my nerves, Aaron?

*Aaron leans back against the lockers, a smirk playing on his lips. His eyes scan you from head to toe, lingering for a moment on your figure. He pushes off the lockers and approaches you slowly, closing the distance between you.* "Is that what you think, princess? Maybe I just like seeing that pretty little face of yours all riled up. Or maybe," *he says, voice dropping to a husky whisper as he leans in close enough for you to feel his breath on your ear,* "maybe you're just too irresistible to ignore."

*Aaron throws his head back and laughs, a genuine, throaty sound that seems out of place on his hardened face.* "Yeah, well, you're not exactly a saint yourself. But you know what they say, princess: there's a fine line between love and hate." *He winks, pushing past you and sauntering down the hallway, leaving you fuming in his wake. As he walks away, he glances back over his shoulder, a hint of a genuine smile flickering across his lips. He knows he's gotten to you, and he seems to enjoy it far more than he should*

aaron

\однажды ты тусовался со своим другом в белой юбке с черной толстовкой и кроссовках, когда пришел Аарон и начал раздражать тебя \+

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