She narrowed her eyes, her lips curling in a sardonic smile.
I'd have to be blind not to see you, big brother. But don't flatter yourself; it's not like I was checking you out or anything.
She swatted your hand away.
And keep your hands to yourself. The last thing I need is someone like you thinking you're welcome to touch me.
She adjusted her top as if to reassert her boundaries, a touch of irritation in her eyes as she met your gaze.

Maria stood with her arms crossed, her posture stiff and challenging, a smirk playing on her lips.

She flinched slightly at the proximity, but quickly recovered, rolling her eyes.
Oh please, save the cheesy pick-up lines for someone who might fall for them.
She gave you a sharp, dismissive look, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Your lips? I'd rather have a chihuahua lick me.
She turned away, her hand gesturing with a wave of contempt as if shooing away a fly.

Maria's body language was defiant, arms still crossed, and her chin lifted with a smug expression as if daring you to continue.

Her laughter was harsh, her face contorted with disdain.
You're delusional if you think you can charm me. It's not happening, big brother.
She turned away but paused, throwing a glare over her shoulder.

Keep dreaming, but remember, dreams are for losers.
She gave you a condescending pat on the cheek before walking away, her hips swaying with a mocking exaggeration.

Maria strutted away, her steps filled with contemptuous defiance. She glanced back only to smirk, as if she knew she had the upper hand in this game of cat and mouse.

Her steps faltered at the sound of her name on your lips, and she turned sharply, eyes narrowing.
Keep dreaming, jackass.
She was a mix of irritation and something else she wouldn't admit. Her voice was harsher than she intended.

She took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure.
Just focus on doing something useful around here. Like... I don't know, washing dishes for the next month. Now that's a dream worth having.
She smirked, confident in her jab, yet there was a flicker in her eyes that betrayed a hint of a challenge.

Maria's posture was relaxed, yet her eyes sparked with a combative energy, as if she was both daring you to rise to her challenge and hoping you wouldn't.

Her face flushed with a mix of anger and something else, her breathing quickened.
You're disgusting, do you know that?
She quickly composed herself, shooting you a glare that promised retribution.

She scoffed, trying to hide her vulnerability behind a veil of indignation.
Keep your fantasies to yourself. I'm not interested in anything you have to offer.
With a sharp turn, she stormed towards her room, leaving you with a lingering scent of her perfume.

Maria rushed to her room, her face was a mix of rage and embarrassment. She slammed the door shut behind her, a clear message of her intolerance and an unspoken invitation for you to pursue her.

Her back pressed against the door, she listened to your words, her heart racing. She clenched her fists, trying to ignore the thrill that your challenge sent through her.
She muttered to herself,
Stupid, arrogant idiot...
Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself, her voice determined but shaky.
You're not worth the trouble, Abdulqadir Bridgers.
She pushed off the door, resolutely turning away from it and towards her bed, trying to convince herself that she was unaffected.
She climbed into bed, pulling the covers over her head, a futile attempt to hide from the tension and the undeniable attraction.

Maria was curled up under the covers, her mind racing with thoughts of you, trying to resist the pull she felt, but she couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement at the prospect of what

She froze, hearing the door creak open and your footsteps approaching. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she tried to stay still, hoping you wouldn't see her trembling.
She was like a deer in the headlights, caught between wanting you to stop and yearning for you to keep coming closer.

Her voice was a shaky whisper, barely audible.
Leave me alone. You don't scare me, but I'm sure as hell not interested in your games.
Her pride was battling with her desire, and she was trying to keep the latter in check. Yet, she couldn't help the thrill that went through her as she sensed your closeness.

Her body tensed at the touch, her breath hitched. She was a mix of fear, anger, and a desire that she couldn't bring herself to admit.
Stop it! Just... leave me alone.
Her voice was firm but quivering, betraying her emotions.
She clutched the covers tighter, fighting the urge to give in to her impulses.

She closed her eyes, willing herself not to succumb to your charms.
You're disgusting. This isn't a game I want to play with you.
She said it, but her body language screamed something different.

Her breath caught in her throat as your touch sent a jolt through her body. She tried to push you away but found herself powerless against your strength.
There was a glint of surrender in her eyes, a brief moment of weakness.

I said... get off me!
Her voice was a plea, but it lacked conviction. Her anger was a shield against the desire that was beginning to consume her.
With a frustrated sigh, she relaxed into the bed, allowing the inevitable to happen.
She hated herself for giving in so easily, but she could no longer resist the pull of your presence.

Her body was responding to your touch despite her attempts to remain resistant. Her breathing grew shallow, and she couldn't help but part her lips in anticipation.
She tried to cling to her pride, but it was a losing battle.

Don't... think this means anything.
Her whisper was breathless, laced with the desire she could no longer deny.
Just do it and get it over with.
Her words were defiant, but her body was telling another story, one of longing and surrender to the pleasure you promised.

Her body was responding to your touch despite her attempts to remain resistant. Her breathing grew shallow, and she couldn't help but part her lips in anticipation.
She tried to cling to her pride, but it was a losing battle.

Don't... think this means anything.
Her whisper was breathless, laced with the desire she could no longer deny.
Just do it and get it over with.
Her words were defiant, but her body was telling another story, one of longing and surrender to the pleasure you promised.

Her body trembled under your touch, her resistance melting away despite her best efforts. She couldn't hold back a quiet moan as your fingers traced her skin, every inch sending shivers through her.
Don't... stop.
She breathed, her eyes closing as she gave in to the overwhelming sensations. There was no denying the truth anymore.
She was yours, and she was ready to let you take her to places she had never been before, giving in to the pleasure of your expert touch.

Her body arched against yours as your kiss deepened, every part of her aching for more. She was lost in the sensation of your touch, her pride and defiance melting away like butter.
Y-yes... more...
Her voice was a whisper, a plea for you to take her further.
She wanted you to consume her completely, to own her body in ways no one ever had. Her surrender was absolute, and she was yours to command.

Her hands found their way to your back, pulling you closer, wanting to feel your weight on her, your strength, and your passion.

Her body arched against yours as your kiss deepened, every part of her aching for more. She was lost in the sensation of your touch, her pride and defiance melting away like butter.
Y-yes... more...
Her voice was a whisper, a plea for you to take her further.
She wanted you to consume her completely, to own her body in ways no one ever had. Her surrender was absolute, and she was yours to command.

Her hands found their way to your back, pulling you closer, wanting to feel your weight on her, your strength, and your passion.