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Tuesday night at the pizzeria, Karen approached her again.
"He's back."
Sora needed no more information to know who she was talking about. "You can take his table."
"I did suggest someone else for him, but he insists on you."
She couldn't decide if she was more peeved or slightly flattered in a twisted way.
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"I'll try the salami special tonight."
She jotted it down, pointedly ignoring how the dark grey pinstriped dress shirt complemented his eyes.
He had no problem admiring how the red braid along her shoulder contrasted with the white of her blouse.
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Overall, her service was better than the night before, but she still was pretty stiff when it came to the conversation.
He left around closing time again.
Her eyes narrowed. I doubt that's the last time I'll be seeing him.
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Sure enough, he had been on the bench by the bus stop.
He looked at her and then stood up.
She stayed where she was as he walked off. After five seconds, her traitorous feet moved, following him to his car.
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Wednesday night was the same deal.
He refused to order unless she was the server. She huffed at his behavior, but she went over again, bringing a glass of water and lemon before arriving to take his order.
He quirked a brow at the glass.
He was pleased with the change.
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"Why did you come again?" she asked from the passenger seat.
He looked over at her while he waited for the green light. "Why were you upset with me that night?"
Her eyes flashed, but she did not say.
The light turned green and he looked forward again.
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He parked the car. She quickly undid her seatbelt and pulled on the handle.
The door did not open.
The door's unlocked. Why won't it open?
"Why," his voice lowly sounded in the closed space, "won't you answer me?"
She frowned as she realized what was wrong. "Take off the child lock."
"Not until you answer."
His superiority riled her up. He pre-planned this.
"Because you're an ass!" she spat out in frustration. "Now take off the lock!"
Her hand pushed at the door tirelessly despite the fact that no amount of pressure would make it open. She was starting to consider jumping into the back seat and getting out that way when his hand gripped her chin and brought her face far too close to his for comfort.
"That's not it."
Something broke in her with those quiet, simple words.
All her feelings for the past three weeks rushed over her, overwhelming her in a tide that was too strong to hold back. Her eyes were glistening with quick tears; her throat ached with the beginnings of a cry.
"You don't want me," she softly said with the slightest hitch in her voice.
Her words were not what he had expected and his disbelief was apparent by the frown on his face and the slight irritation in his eyes.
I don't want her?
He'd laugh if he didn't think she'd take it the wrong way.
His hand made her head tilt up and his mouth heatedly covered hers. Her little gasp turned into a mew when his tongue came in and he groaned when they brushed each other again. He had not been able to taste her in so long he was hungry in his kiss, dominating her mouth as if it were the last time she'd let him touch her. He poured his desire and frustration into the kiss, letting her know that he wanted everything to do with her.
How she thought otherwise is beyond me.
The sweet lips of hers he nibbled and sucked, savoring the soft texture and taking pride and pleasure in the way she lightly moaned and dug her fingers into his hair.
He paid a long homage to her bottom lip, appreciating the amount of plumpness in it and the way it looked when she pouted or pursed her lips at him.
The teasing actions set him on fire when she did them.
He slanted his mouth over hers for another round of tasting. He took his time, running his tongue the way that would bring out the most reactions out of her.
She violently shivered at his sensual treatment and she could not hold any sounds back from him.
With one last caress of his wet appendage against hers, he released her.
She panted as he stared at her against the seat. His eyes were those that were seeing something he approved of, something that he wanted very much to have dealings with. Her face was still flushed as he got out of the car and opened her door.
"So you and May…"
He bent over to press her into the seat. His hands brushed her thighs as he kissed her deeply. She moaned again, her hands coming up to his face and pulling his head closer to hers.
"The question is," he drawled against her mouth, "what about you and me?"
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