❝ Did you think I’d want you back? ❞
despite his words, the fact that his ass was seated in front of her, attention given to the other, was enough to discredit him. time had gone by since scarlett had first approached him, drunk on the effects of tequila shots and sinful cocktails; the two were seated in front of a bar, in a nearly empty club, as scarlett relentlessly tipped back another glass of the foul liquid.
a scoff was given.
with her cheek resting on her warm palm, hair slipping past her shoulder as she looked at him once more. “i think that with the way you’re looking at me right now, you’ve already started wanting me, right?” the confidence in her voice was unyielding, her body language made her intentions apparent. crossed legs, eyes full of lust. “playing hard to get is hardly a game worth playing,” she speaks as she readjusts her position. sitting with her back straight, arms folded in front of her accentuating her assets; body turned to face him as she waits for him to speak.
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