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first, it was the metallic tang of iron that swathed her senses, more immediate than the throbbing pulse at the back of her head. her tongue traced the small cut inside her lip as she gazed into jim's eyes. it was as infuriating as it was thrilling — this unending dance, an ever-pleasing challenge in its sheer unpredictability. ❝ do tell me, dear... are you aiming to flirt, or is it a quarrel you're after? ❞ she arched a delicate brow. wouldn't it be a wasted day without a little keepsake of their games — like purple marks that soon would start blooming where his fingers lingered? ❝ either way — i daresay you can muster something far more impressive than that. ❞
