"--Bet ya'th won't kithth me," you sneered.
   her lone eye lingered on his lips for just a moment before meeting   his indifferent gaze– he was taunting her, calling her bluff…. they played   games like this OFTEN and loly was fed up with it– she had decided   that they had danced around this subject for too long.      there wasn’t much distance between them thanks to her and all it took     was two steps forwards before she was inches away from his face. he    radiated a sickeningly welcoming warmth… if she was to go by his sneer alone, perhaps she would have backed off.  but again, they’ve been here too many times– he never backed away,   however, loly was tired of WAITING for him to make the first move. ❝ bet you WANT this just as much as i do– maybe more… ❞she was nervous– evident in the shaky inhale as she got on her tip-toes to try and match his height as best as possible. gently, she would grip his  jacket– her lithe body pushing up against his. there was a moment of hesitation on her end, but her eye fluttered shut as she FINALLY  closed the teasing distance between them.Â
