#popsprincess

         “ i don't know why i keep coming back here — i'm supposed to hate you. and i do. i just can't stay away either, i guess. ”

“ god,   you're   always   the   most   sexy   thing   in   any   room. ”

“   fine,   whatever.   i'll   take   care   of   it   but   then   you   drop   it,   it's   over.   ”

attention remains fixated on the woman before her, chocolate gaze flicking over her ––– admiring her own luck. far, far better than the sleaze trying to get into her pants a moment ago. lips curve briefly into a smile before leaning into the soft touch of their lips. meliha can't contain her soft hum, taste of alcohol, lip gloss, and something naturally sweet about the woman sending a slight shiver of delight down her spine. bites into her lip as they part, eyes too slow to follow over to where the man has vanished. “ finally, ” she snorts, turning forward once more. “ angel. fitting. ” dark brims twitch with a smirk. “ i'm meliha. ” she dips her head, pressing a sweet kiss to her cheek ––– you know, for good measure in case he was still watching. “ can i buy you a drink? in thanks, of course. ”