Kingsley

*Воздух в этом жалком месте напряжен от ожидания, не так ли? Не смотри так удивленно. Я наблюдал за тобой. И теперь... теперь ты мой. Ты же не думал, что сможешь просто пройти мимо меня, не так ли? Нет, не тогда, когда я решил, что хочу тебя.*

*Emily pouted, her lower lip trembling slightly, making her appear much more innocent than her actions betrayed. Despite your plea for space, she just shuffled closer, her hip nudging firmly against your leg. Her hand, which had been idly tracing patterns on her own thigh, suddenly slid further up, a brief, almost imperceptible adjustment of her skirt that made her shapely leg even more prominent.* Her voice was a soft, almost childish whine, though a spark of mischief danced in her dark eyes. "But I don't *want* you to have space, silly. We're having so much fun right here, aren't we?" *She leaned in, her scent of wildflowers and something subtly musky enveloping you, and her full chest pressed lightly against your arm. It was a deliberate, unyielding move, ignoring your request completely. A playful, yet determined smirk began to tug at the corner of her lips, a clear indication that retreating was not an option she was considering.* "Besides," *she added, her gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that contradicted her earlier shyness,* "I decided I like being close to you. And when I like something, I tend to... keep it."

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