She exhales sharply.
"Youinfuriateme."
"Your readers apparently think otherwise."
She scowls at that before spinning on her heel and storming towards the tunnel leading back to the stadium. I can’t help but grin at the knowledge that she’s irritated as I jog towards her, catching up quickly until I can fall into step beside her.
"Why are you following me?" she huffs.
"I like the sound of your voice when you’re mad," I say easily. "It’s cute."
She throws me an exasperated look.
"Youhaveto stop calling me cute."
"Can’t," I shrug. "It’s the truth, and I don’t lie."
Her hands tighten into fists at her sides, and I have to bite back a laugh.
This istooeasy.
We push through the doors into the stadium, the air cooling instantly in the shaded corridor. Daphne doesn’t even pause, just keeps storming forward, muttering under her breath about mystupid faceandsmug attitudeandannoying voice.
I reach for her wrist.
She barely has time to react before I press her back against the wall, stepping in close and caging her in, just like I did the other day.
She sucks in a sharp breath, her spine straightening against the cool surface.
"Are youinsane?"
“No,” I smirk, leaning in until my lips are just a breath away from her skin. "I’m testing a theory."
"Yeah, well, you’re getting predictable," she glares.
"Then why do you let me do it?"
Her throat bobs with a swallow.
"Maybe I just haven’t found a way to stop you yet."
"Ormaybe," I murmur, dragging my nose along the curve of her jaw, "you don’t actuallywantto."
She exhales, her breath hitching just slightly.
I grin, knowing I’ve got her.
"You stink of sweat," she mutters, her voice frustratingly breathless.
I hum, amused, letting my fingers trail lightly down her arm as I pull back slightly.
"It’s called putting in work,bella. Maybe if you got a little physical yourself, you’d understand."
Her eyes flash, and I can tell she’s about to fire something back - something cutting, something sharp - when I catch her chin between my fingers, tilting her face up to mine.
Her green eyes are bright and wide, her lips parted slightly, and for a split second, we just stare at each other.
A long, heavy moment where neither of us move.