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5. The peck.

It was a surreal position to be found in.

Arms were wound about her waist in a daring fashion, body drawn into an uncomfortably close proximity with the last person she’d ever consider being even moderately intimate with. A cocksure smirk was affixed to the male’s lips, arrogance oozing from his pores, this blatant display of confidence an every day sight but not from this perspective. Laying hands upon her in this manner differed greatly from the usual exchange of blow, it would be too much to ask for it to simply end there.

Golden hues held a glint of something dangerous, unsettling her even further than the sudden embrace. Liberation having been desired since the moment the male had begun this baffling approach, she was more than prepared to forcefully garner it; the dipping of the male’s head only triggered the assault all the sooner.