@guapogecko

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          his brows raised at their highest, still in DISBELIEF at her comeback & how low she decided to go with it all. every day she seemed to learn how to throw deadly comebacks at him, nearly leaving him breathless. but he was the professional shit talker here, not some little religious girl who just so happened to be leaning a little too close to a damned criminal. she loved tip toeing around fire, did she not? it seemed as if they were two magnets. two opposites & damn it, was it getting harder and harder to resist to attraction. 

          tan fingertips rested comfortably under his stubble, amused eyes dancing along the contours of her face, already wishing that he wasn’t so damned close to her at this moment. how much space was left between them? three inches & he could still feel the warmth of her breath brushing against his lips. it was a wicked fucking game, alright —— & from the looks of it, he was losing horribly. 

          ❛ fine. ❜ he whispered softly, lips already curling into that charming smirk of his, head tilting slightly as he reached for his beer nearby. he took a quick sip and licked his lips of any excess, never once leaving his eyes from hers. if she wanted to tease, he decided to do the same fucking thing. ❛ go ahead, little lady. i’ll put some trust in you & we’ll see if you can handle yourself. ❜ over and over again, digits grazed along his chin while he looked between her eyes & her lips. he was torn between the two. but he knew he should’ve ended the conversation there. just let her win, you asshole.  but that was impossible. nearly I M P O S S I B L E.

          ❛ and actually, i didn’t wish that you kissed me over richie because let’s face it, ❜ heated breath caressed against her mouth like a million kisses tingling along her porcelain skin as a single finger reached over her lower lip, tracing the shape of it softly before pushing aside a loose strand of her hair from her cheek. ❛ you made your choice. so now, you’re gonna stick with it. ❜ and with that being said, he moved back down to his seat and grabbed his beer, that charming smirk still hanging off his lips.. though his eyes were still hovering over her lips. shamelessly. 

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                      three  months  had  taught  her  enough  to  know  –——   HE   WAS   A   DICK.   a  tease ,   at  best ,   that  had  no  problem  flirting  when  it  suited  him.  only  to  flip  the  switch  within  a  blink ,   suddenly  ice  cold.  that  was  supposed  to  be  her  secret  weapon ;   knowing  his  game  plan  before  he  made  a  single  move.   SHE   was  going  to  shock   HIM   by  being  prepared  for  it.  laughing  in  his  face.  and  having  a  comeback  ready   &   waiting.   WRONG.   the  combination  of  his  breath  and  his  fingers  against  her  skin ,   HER   LIPS ,   proved  to  be  too  much.  she  froze.  the  first  sign  that  she  had  definitely  lost  their  little  game.

                       seconds  ticked  passed.  even  when  he’d  pulled  back  from  her ,   all  she  could  do  was   STARE   at  him.  her  heart  hammered  in  her  chest.  she   TRIED   ( and  failed )  to  count  the  beats  —  one ,   two ,   four ,   seven ?  on  and  on  it  went  to  the  point  that  she  almost   WORRIED   he  could  hear  it’s  impact.  or  at  the  very  least ,   see  the  way  it  rattled  her  ribcage.  it  was  well  over  a  minute  before  she  could  blink ,   a  breath  passing  between  her  lips.  and  god ,   SHE   HATED   HIM.

                       ❝  t-ten   bucks…   ten   bucks   says   the   first   time   a   guy   looks   at   me   cross   eyed ,   you   jump   in.  ❞      she’d  meant  to  sound   SO   MUCH   STRONGER   than  that.  but  she  still  trembled  as  she  leaned  back  in  her  seat.  she  needed  to  get  away  from  him.  from  this  entire  conversation.  it  was  toeing  that  line  they  constantly  danced  around.  she  pushed  her  chair  back ,   it’s  legs  scrapping  against  the  pavement  before  she  stood  up.  hands  collected  the  remains  of  their  meal ,   the  napkins ,   anything.  because  what  better  excuse  to  walk  away  than  to  throw  out  their  garbage.      ❝  you’re   right ,   i   made   my   choice.  ❞      she  spoke  softly ,   a  shrug  accompanying  her  words.  each  syllable   LACED   WITH   her  defeat.

                       another  breath  passed  between  her  lips ,   a  sigh  that  went  hand  in  hand  with  the  shrug  she’d  given ,   as  she  moved  around  the  table.  it  was  only  when  her  body  stood  next  to  his  that  she  paused.  teeth  sunk  into  her  bottom  lip.  and  she  could   ONLY   PRAY   that  he  didn’t  see  her  shake.  she  leaned  down ,   just  enough  that  her  lips  could  hover  above  his  ear.      ❝  b-but…   i’m   sure   i   picked   the   better   kisser   anyways.  ❞      words  were  delivered  in  a   LOW   WHISPER.   taunting ,   c h a l l e n g i n g.   DANGEROUS ,   DANGEROUS   TERRITORY.   another  shrug  of  her  shoulders  and  she  stood  back  up  straight.  her  feet  beginning  to  carry  her  away  from  him.

 

well that girl


stand      up,     warrior.
you are not yet finished.
b e a t e n you may be, but broken? angels  have  fallen  from greater     heights      and
s  u r v i v  e  d.
so why  shouldn’t  you  ?

is long gone.


independent & highly selective kate fuller.

EST: SEPT. 9, 2016.
as told by lizz.