[ For a long, rebellious moment, he remains as he is, staring her down with all the intensity of the moments before a shootout, nervous energy crackling in the air between them. Eyes narrowed and lips set into a thin, disapproving line.
But the moment is short-lived, and he huffs out an irritated breath through his nose, taking the pot from her waiting hand. ]
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But the moment is short-lived, and he huffs out an irritated breath through his nose, taking the pot from her waiting hand. ]
How high, exactly? The roof, maybe?