continued from here. / @gildedscripture ( nemesis fawley. )
LORCAN GIVES NEMESIS A CHARMING SMILE, moving towards her and gently twining their arms together. “Play along, will you, Nem? Amaryllis Puddifoot’s looking at me like a hawk about to dive in for the kill, and I’d rather not have anything to do with her.”
She’s not nearly attractive enough to be the subject Lorcan Lestrange’s attention. He catches sight the aforementioned girl in the corner of his eyes and deliberately redirects his gaze. “You are awfully cute when you blush, did you know that?” Lorcan asks Nem, charm still on in full force, smile brightening up his darkly handsome features.
“Don’t worry though, I won’t kiss you again. Terribly sorry if it surprised you,” he says in a tone that suggests he isn’t sorry at all.
