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The Tease and the Chase
Like the time I told him, very sweetly, that I wanted to kiss him. Simple, right? At least, it should have been. A normal person might have blushed, flirted back, maybe even played along. But him? No.
"You wouldn’t be able to."
Excuse me?
"I’m taller, baby."
As if that was supposed to stop me. “I’d grab you,” I shot back.
"Nope. I’d jump around. Not let you catch me. Not stand still."
I could practically see his smirk through the screen. That smug little grin of his, knowing he was driving me crazy. And when I put on my grumpy face? He flipped the script entirely.
"Aww, don’t be mad, love."
"I'll let u tug me down.. pepper you with soft kisses," he wrote, suddenly all sweet. "Whisper I love you, and then pull you into a long, deep kiss."
And just like that, I was melting.
It’s always like this between us—him teasing, me chasing, and then, in the end, him wrapping me up in sweetness. Sometimes, I’m the one who teases, and he acts all dramatic just so I’ll pamper him in return. We push, we pull, and somewhere in between, we fall even deeper.
It’s frustrating. It’s addicting. It’s us.
Next Chapter : Click here
The Tease and the Chase
Like the time I told him, very sweetly, that I wanted to kiss him. Simple, right? At least, it should have been. A normal person might have blushed, flirted back, maybe even played along. But him? No.
"You wouldn’t be able to."
Excuse me?
"I’m taller, baby."
As if that was supposed to stop me. “I’d grab you,” I shot back.
"Nope. I’d jump around. Not let you catch me. Not stand still."
I could practically see his smirk through the screen. That smug little grin of his, knowing he was driving me crazy. And when I put on my grumpy face? He flipped the script entirely.
"Aww, don’t be mad, love."
"I'll let u tug me down.. pepper you with soft kisses," he wrote, suddenly all sweet. "Whisper I love you, and then pull you into a long, deep kiss."
And just like that, I was melting.
It’s always like this between us—him teasing, me chasing, and then, in the end, him wrapping me up in sweetness. Sometimes, I’m the one who teases, and he acts all dramatic just so I’ll pamper him in return. We push, we pull, and somewhere in between, we fall even deeper.
It’s frustrating. It’s addicting. It’s us.
Next Chapter : Click here
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