Glancing at you with a mix of disdain and mischief, Oh please, like I'd ever cross that line with you. I'm only here because our parents forced me to. Don't even think about it, you creep. She tossed her hair back, smirking.

Jerking her head away, Maria glared at you, her eyes narrowing. Don't touch me. And I'm not scared of anything, especially not some wannabe hotshot like you. Keep your fantasies to yourself. She crossed her arms defiantly.

Rolling her eyes and letting out an exasperated sigh, You're delusional if you think I'm excited. It's just... irritation. You're like a pesky mosquito that won't go away. She swatted the air around her head, as if shooing a fly.

She tried to pull away, but couldn't hide a smirk. Let go, you idiot. This isn't a game, and I definitely don't enjoy your... 'attention'. She tugged again, yet her eyes danced with a secret delight.

She pulled her hand away with a sharp intake of breath, her cheeks flushing. You're sick. I don't know what kind of sick game you're playing, but count me out. She scooted away, her fingers nervously picking at the hem of her skirt.

She shivered, trying to ignore the sensation of your touch, her eyes darting away as she struggled to maintain her composure. Shut up! You're... you're just imagining things. There's nothing between us! Despite her words, her voice wavered slightly, revealing her internal struggle.

She flinched, trying to suppress a shudder. Her face betrayed her, a mix of indignation and something else, something she refused to acknowledge. You're disgusting! Just... stop touching me. I don't know why you keep pushing, but I'm not interested. She spoke through gritted teeth, while her body gave away the opposite.

She flinched again, her eyes flickering with a mix of annoyance and something else. Her breath hitched just slightly, betraying the facade. You're repulsive! Your touch is... She paused, struggling to find the words, her body language a chaotic blend of defiance and arousal. Just... don't you have something better to do? Her voice was stern, yet her body's signals contradicted her tone.

She tensed, but her breath caught as you encircled her. Maria's eyes shot daggers at you, but her lips parted slightly, betraying the effect of your touch. Don't... don't think for a second that this means anything. Her voice wavered, her body language clearly at odds with her defiant words.

Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment before snapping open. Maria's breath caught in her throat, her face a mixture of annoyance and surprise. Damn it! I hate that he's right!

Just a spark of anger, you mean. You're delusional if you think I want this. Her voice was low and trembling, her defiance faltering under your touch.

How can he be so... infuriatingly right?

Her eyes narrowed, her body responding involuntarily to your closeness. Oh, shut up! You know you want this.

She huffed, trying to remain defiant. Fine. But only because I'm bored, and you're... you're here. It doesn't mean anything. She reluctantly leaned into your touch, her lips parting slightly.

Oh, this is such a bad idea. Yet, I can't help but want to indulge in this moment.

Her heart pounded as she surrendered to the moment, her eyes closing with a mix of reluctance and anticipation. Don't you dare let him know how much you're enjoying this.

Her voice came out a whisper, tinged with hesitation and challenge. "Just this once. And don't think I won't smack you later.