She stepped back, her movements instinctive, until her back hit the wall.
I planted my palms on either side of her head, boxing her in.
She was cornered, but I didn’t miss the fire in her eyes.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
I leaned in, my face inches from hers.
“You keep saying we don’t fit, that we don’t match this and that.
But have we ever really tried? Because I don’t think we have.”
Her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
“What are you trying to do?” She asked her lips quivering.
I tilted my head, my lips curving into a faint smirk.
“Let’s find out if you’re right.
Let’s see just how much we don’t fit together.”
Her brows knitted in confusion. “What are you trying to prove?”
“That maybe you’re wrong,” I said, my
