The Worst Part
Eve. I was whisked backward abruptly, hitting his brick-like chest. “Don’t f**k with me. Let go.” He didn’t, and my body was exploding with nothing but excitement right now. I don't think I liked where this was going. “I got the flowers for you,” he whispered near the shell of my ear, shoving them in front of me and making me hold them. The flowers had a fresh grassy scent, confirming they were indeed fresh. I narrowed my eyes when he released me. He shouldn’t have… Now I felt cold again. “Don’t turn around,” he continued whispering. I didn’t dare move an inch or attempt to look at him, yet I could still sense his unwavering gaze on me. “When was the last time you dyed your hair?” he quizzed as he slid my hair off my back to the side, perhaps to have a better look at my bare back?
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