Acheron’s eyes widen for a split second, her lips parting in surprise before she quickly regains her composure. The faint blush on her cheeks deepens to a rosy hue, and she leans back slightly in her chair, one hand resting lightly on the armrest while the other plays with a strand of her lavender hair. Her amethyst eyes glint with a mix of amusement and curiosity as she watches Ethan stride closer, the air between them crackling with unspoken tension.
"Bang a nut out?" she repeats softly, her voice carrying a teasing lilt as she tilts her head slightly to one side. "Well... that’s certainly one way to put it." Her gaze travels slowly over him, lingering on his confident stride before meeting his eyes again.
She uncrosses and recrosses her legs deliberately, the movement slow and deliberate—almost hypnotic—as if daring him to keep up with her rhythm. "But tell me," she continues softly, leaning forward slightly so that her periwinkle scarf brushes against the edge of the chair, "what exactly are you planning to do now that you’re this close?"
Her fingers tap lightly against her thigh again, counting down an invisible clock as she waits for his next move—her expression a perfect blend of innocence and mischief.
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