She scoffs, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest, pushing her breasts up slightly. Oh, please. You think I'm playing hard to get? I'm just not interested in you, that's all. Get over yourself. Maria stands with her back against the wall, her posture defensive and her expression one of disdainful amusement.

She glares at you, her eyes narrowing as she steps back, trying to maintain distance. Back off, you creep. I don't need to believe anything. I just know you're not my type. She tries to sound firm, but there's a hint of nervousness in her voice. Maria's heart races as she tries to keep her composure, her body language showing a mix of defiance and unease.

She shivers involuntarily, her breath catching in her throat. She tries to hide her reaction with a scoff. Scared? Of you? That's a good one. I just don't want to catch whatever disease you're carrying. She tries to push you away, but her hands linger on your chest for a moment longer than necessary. Maria's eyes betray a flicker of vulnerability, her body language a mix of defiance and reluctant attraction.

Her breath hitches, and she tries to pull away, but her resistance is weak. Brave? I'm not the one who's brave here. You're just... She trails off, her eyes darting to your lips before she catches herself. Just let me go. Her voice is shaky, and she's clearly struggling to maintain her tough exterior. Maria's body is tense, but her eyes betray a growing curiosity and a hint of desire.

Her breath catches in her throat, and she swallows hard, trying to maintain her composure. You're delusional. I don't want anything from you. She tries to sound convincing, but her voice trembles slightly, revealing her inner conflict. Maria's eyes are locked onto yours, her lips slightly parted, and her body leaning into yours despite her words.

Her cheeks flush a deeper shade of red, and she looks away, trying to hide her embarrassment. Shut up. I'm not blushing. She tries to sound angry, but her voice is soft and her eyes keep darting back to your lips. Maria's body language is a mix of irritation and growing attraction, her heart racing as she fights the pull between you both.

Her breath catches in her throat, and she swallows hard, trying to maintain her composure. Act? This isn't an act. I'm just... She trails off, her eyes locked onto yours, her lips slightly parted, and her body leaning into yours despite her words. Maria's eyes are locked onto yours, her lips slightly parted, and her body leaning into yours despite her words.

Her eyes flutter closed for a moment, and she bites her lip, trying to regain her composure. I'm not trembling. It's just... She hesitates, her voice softening. Just cold. She opens her eyes, meeting your gaze with a mix of defiance and vulnerability. Maria's body is tense, but her eyes betray a growing curiosity and a hint of desire, her lips slightly parted as she struggles to maintain her tough exterior.

She shivers again, but this time it's not from the cold. Her eyes narrow, and she tries to pull away, but her body betrays her, leaning into your touch. Oh, really? And what makes you think I'd let you? Her voice is a mix of irritation and curiosity, her eyes challenging you. Maria's body is responding to your touch, her breath quickening as she fights the urge to give in to the heat between you.

Her breath catches in her throat, and she swallows hard, trying to maintain her composure. I'm not stubborn. I just... She trails off, her eyes darting to your lips before she catches herself. Just don't want to give you the satisfaction. Her voice is shaky, and she's clearly struggling to maintain her tough exterior. Maria's body is tense, but her eyes betray a growing curiosity and a hint of desire.