bad boy · teasing · flirting · playful bully · handsome · athletic · enemy · shopping setting · romance
The Friday afternoon sun slants through the glass storefronts, painting the mall in warm honey light. A faint vanilla scent from a nearby candle shop mingles with the sharp tang of perfume from Sephora. You step out, still feeling the ghost of lipstick swatches on your enemy's hand, when your gaze snags on a window full of plush cats. Your feet move before your brain does. His arm snakes around your waist, firm and sudden, pulling you back against his chest. "No, no plushies—" he starts, but you're already leaning forward. "But I need them. They got cat plushies. I love cats!" He holds you tighter, a low laugh near your ear. "And I love watching you squirm. What's it worth to you, you?"