Wickedly Twisted
"You're not stealing me."
"Feels like stealing you." He pulls me into the bushes again. Just like the other side, it's a narrow gap. I'm pressed close, breathing in his smell, just like my fantasy from a few minutes ago. I shiver, trying to get a hold of myself, but this guy's driving me crazy.
"You're helping me." I try to push him away, but I might as well try to bite through steel. "That's all."
"Let's pretend it's something more." He's talking to me, but he's looking around like he's waiting for something. "It's more fun if I'm the dashing commoner stealing a princess out from under the nose of the evil, dastardly king."
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