"You smooth talker! Does your charm work on all the girls?"
Hera swatted Bernard's hand away from her head. His playful gesture felt condescending, like he was treating her like a kid.
Bernard responded by taking her hand instead. "I'm only like this with you."
Hera recalled how he had coaxed Katie and the others at noon. "What about when you asked me to introduce my classmates to you at noon?"
Her words held a subtle edge.
Bernard could sense the spark of jealousy underneath her tone and explained, "I just wanted to make a good impression on your classmates so that they would approve of my relationship with you."
Honestly, with her personality, anyone who could hang out with her had to be more than just an ordinary classmate.
Hera pulled her hand free.
"We're not in any relationship yet," she corrected him.
Bernard's gaze lingered on her face. "Don't you like me?"
Hera hesitated, the silence stretching between them.
"Hmm?" Bernard leaned closer, tilting her chin up with a gentle touch. His thumb brushed over her lips, and there was a spark of danger in his eyes.
Finally, she replied, "Fine, I like you."
A flicker of surprise crossed Bernard's face. His voice dropped, becoming low and seductive. "Suddenly, I don't feel like going to your house anymore."
"Where, then?" Hera asked.
"Somewhere just for us," he replied, a smile playing on his lips.
The air inside the car crackled with ambiguity, their breaths mingling in the intimate space.
Hera's eyelashes fluttered as she agreed, "Fine, but we need to swing by the Everett residence first for your medicine. We can hang out tomorrow."
Bernard's gaze intensified. The subtle fragrance of her perfume further fueled his desire. "You agreed so easily. Do you know what that implies?"
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