A Pawn in Your Game
At this proximity, I could feel his warm breath against my face.
I suddenly leaned forward, and he instinctively turned his head, avoiding me.
The gesture ignited my temper. Unable to resist, I spat a mouthful of wine right into his face.
Droplets slid down his sharply defined features and disappeared into his collar, leaving behind an oddly charged atmosphere.
Calmly, I grabbed a tissue, wiped my mouth, and casually tossed it at his face.
"Sorry, couldn't help myself."
Zach shot to his feet, hurling the bottle to the ground with a loud crash. The shards flew everywhere, one slicing into my exposed calf.
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