"I didn't do anything to you," I said, my voice sounding flatter than I intended. The air between us was still thick with the residual heat of our clash, a tension that felt like static electricity against my skin.
"Yes, I can clearly see that," she replied. Her voice was like silk sliding over a blade. She reached up, slowly touching her lips with the tips of her fingers, tracing the outline as if it were the first time she had ever felt them.
The gesture was deliberate, a taunt designed to remind me of the proximity we'd just shared. Then, without a hint of modesty, she crossed her arms in front of her chest, slowly squeezing the two small bulges there.
She didn't blink; she didn't look away. There wasn't a shred of shyness in her gaze, only a daring provocation.
"You…"
