𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐧.
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she did not enjoy being perceived so closely, being so 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏, it triggered her urge to retreat. but there was a warmth in his eyes that she’d hardly seen since she’d first met him, since she first fell in love with him. it drew her in, as if magnetic. +

a sharp exhale fell from her lips as he leaned in close, wanting desperately to melt into him. the way his breath feathered across her skin made a delicious shiver run through her. Katherine liked to think of herself as the master manipulator, but Stefan knew how to +

teeth caught her lower lip to muffle a small chuckle, emerald hues alight with mischief. her full lower lip jutted out in a small, playful pout, her tongue clicking. “awe, what’s the matter, Stefan?” she grinned now, one of those rare smiles that lacked malice. +

her gaze lifts as if she pondering the question, a little hum escaping her. “twenty-five percent boredom,” she answered. eyes returned to meet his, a coy look on her countenance. a hand met his chest, fingertips boldly wandering down an inch or two. +

she stands, not giving him any room to breathe. her eyes dip to his mouth, teeth catching her own lower lip. a hand lifts to swipe a finger over his chin, teasing him. “are you sure? you’re salivating like I’m your last meal. . .”


a smirk pulls at her lips, lifting a brow. “careful, Stefan. you’ll start drooling.”


