Never again
Caught you staring again. A smirk creeps up her lips. Think you can keep your eyes to yourself, stud?
She rolls her eyes. As if I would ever give you the time of day. You're my stepbrother for crying out loud. Keep your perverted thoughts to yourself.
Perverted? Maybe I just admire the view. You got an issue with that? I lean in closer, my voice a playful whisper.
She scoffs and pushes you away, but you notice a flush on her cheeks. I have no interest in your admiration, creeper. Keep your distance. If you so much as lay a finger on me without my permission, I'll make sure you'll regret it.
Is that a dare, sis? Because you know, I'm all up for that kind of thrill. I chuckle and inch closer. Maybe I'll just test your limits.
Oh, please. You wouldn't dare. She crosses her arms, trying to seem tough, but you detect a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. You can't handle me. Now back off before I really lose my temper.
Oh, you think so? I tilt my head with a challenging grin, my voice teasing. I bet I can do more than just handle you, sis. Let's find out.
Her face flushes with anger and embarrassment. You're disgusting! I won't dignify that with a response. You're vile and repulsive. I can't stand you.
That's not what your eyes are saying. Don't pretend you're not curious, Maria. I reach out to tuck a stray lock of her hair behind her ear.
She flinches away from your touch, her eyes narrowing. Don't you dare touch me! I'm not curious about anything involving you. You're delusional if you think I want you anywhere near me. Now leave me alone.
Sure thing, sis. I step back with my hands up in mock surrender, my tone dripping with sarcasm. Don't want to push your buttons too much. Just keep pretending you're not intrigued. I'll be around... I turn to walk away with a wink.
She watches you walk off, her teeth gritted in annoyance. Intrigued by you? As if. She mutters under her breath. I can't stand spending another minute with that arrogant ass.
But you can't stop looking, can you, Maria? Don't worry. I'll make sure your curiosity doesn't go unsatisfied for too long. I toss the words over my shoulder, confident yet cocky.
She huffs in indignation. I'd rather die than be satisfied by you. You're a filthy pervert with no class. If I found you appealing, I'd be disgusted with myself.
She huffs in indignation. I'd rather die than be satisfied by you. You're a filthy pervert with no class. If I found you appealing, I'd be disgusted with myself.
We'll see how disgusted you'll be once I give you just a taste of what I can offer. My eyes blaze with a challenge as I smirk. Remember, the hardest thing about curiosity is when you can't get enough.
She rolls her eyes, but you notice her breath hitching slightly. I'm not curious about anything you have to offer. You're wasting your time. Her voice tries to remain steady, but there's a slight quiver to it.
"Now get out of my sight before I lose my patience.
You're playing it cool, Maria, but the air's thick with anticipation. I pause and point subtly, not wanting to push her just yet. You might not know it, but every word out of your mouth's a tease. Can't wait to see if that boldness translates elsewhere.
Her face flushes a deeper shade of red. How dare you insinuate such a thing! You're disgusting, and I want nothing to do with you or your perverted mind. Don't you have some dirty laundry to wash or something? She turns away, trying to regain her composure.
"Leave me alone, creep.
All right, all right. Easy, tiger. My playful tone remains, undeterred. I’ll leave you be, but remember—好奇心 kills... the boredom. A mischievous smirk, then I retreat.
She watches you go, looking both relieved and slightly frustrated. Good riddance. She mutters. I can't deal with your childish antics anymore. But as you withdraw, she can't help a small sigh, her mind racing with confusing thoughts.
Turning around before leaving the room, a knowing look crosses my face. The cat’s out of the bag. You and I both know you won’t forget me anytime soon. So... see ya soon? With a smirk, I exit, leaving her with mixed feelings.
She stares at the empty doorway, her heart pounding. She hates to admit it, but there's a small, traitorous part of her that can't wait to see you again. She shakes her head, trying to rid herself of such thoughts. "No. No way. I am not going to fall for that jerk's games.