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Rosalind

"Rosalind, just give me your bag," Axel sighed, trying to get my backpack from me. 

I chuckled while looking at his pouty face. "Axel, I can carry my bag on my own. Just treat me how you've been treating me back then."

"But I was an asshole to you back then."

"At least you know," I joked. 

"Rosalind," he whined. 

I went closer to him and held onto his cheeks. "I'm joking. You were an asshole to me on the first week that we've met, but do you think I'd like you if you were just an asshole? You are sweet, kind, hardworking, and incredibly handsome. That's why I fell for you."

I saw the corner of his lips going up, making me want to tease him. "Are you happy now?"

"It's because of you."

"Hmm? I make you happy?"

He placed his arms around my waist, rubbing them up and down. "Very."

I felt my face heating up, so I hit his chest to get him to stop holding my waist. 

"Enough with