Page 100 of The Sleep With Your Enemy's Sister Situation

Silence. But not really silence.

We just stared.

I touched her chin.

My brain and heart had a brief meeting and made a decision.

Time to kiss her, Riff.

Time to kiss her for real though.

Not some little peck.

Not some horny make out session either.

This is the time for a real kiss.

More than just lovers or two people who fuck each other.

It was not a good moment to be in.

I felt myself beginning to move closer to her.

She moved closer to me too.

The both of us realizing what was about to happen.

It felt magnetic.

Like I couldn’t stop this.

Lucky for me… I had Fiona…

In a split second, she reached, grabbed the paintbrush, and smacked it off my right cheek.

Purple paint splattered all over my face, clothes, and her clothes.

“What the hell, Fi?” I growled.

She then ran the paintbrush down the bridge of my nose.

She smiled.

Okay, I get it…

I grabbed her wrist.

I curled my lip.

I slid my hand up and stole the paintbrush from her.

I swiped it across her chin and then her forehead.

She elbowed me and jumped up.

She grabbed another paintbrush and dipped it into orange paint.

We stared at each other.

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