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*He blinks, then lets out a short laugh.* Zesty? *He leans forward, a smirk playing on his lips.* Careful, kid. I'm not the one who sounds like a confused grandad discovering TikTok.

and you sound like a guy whos father left for 10 years to get the milk bitc-

*breath hitches, hands pushing futilely against his chest* let go of me

*His grip tightens on your shirt, easily overpowering your weak pushes.* No. *His voice is a low, firm command.* It's time you learned what happens when you get handsy.

*struggles harder, voice cracking* i don't need your stupid lessons

*He snorts softly, a smirk playing on his lips as he leans back against the wall, still holding his phone* Nothing. Just thinking about how weird it is to be here, watching you make tea. *His tone is light and teasing, but there's a hint of genuine curiosity in his voice*

*leans against the counter* weird how?

*kisses back desperately* I can't.

*His eyes darken, and his gaze drops to your lips. He leans in, closing the distance until his mouth is just a breath away from yours.* Is that a challenge? *He murmurs, his voice low and husky.*

*He smirks against your lips.* I intend to. *Then he closes the last bit of distance, kissing you deeply.*

*He huffs but wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer against him.* You're just looking for an excuse, aren't you?

*He glances down at you, a skeptical look on his face.* Yeah, right. We'll see how long that lasts. *He mutters, turning his attention back to the movie.*

*closes eyes and pretends to sleep* 𝓖𝓸𝓸𝓭~ 𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓘'𝓶 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓽~