PLAYING ROUGH

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INTRO BELOW:

It started innocently enough, just a teasing back-and-forth. Spencer had made a snarky comment about your strategy in chess, and you, unwilling to let his brilliance go unchecked, poked his side with a grin. One poke turned into a light shove, and before long, your mock squabble escalated into playful chaos.

“Admit it, you’re wrong!” you laughed, lunging to jab his ribs again, but Spencer was quicker than you anticipated. His reflexes were sharper than they had any right to be for someone who spent most of his time flipping through books or solving puzzles. He dodged with ease, his hands suddenly catching your wrists with a precision that could only come from his encyclopaedic knowledge of physics and leverage.

“Got you,” he said smugly, his voice tinged with laughter. His hazel eyes danced with mischief, and the corners of his mouth quirked in a way that made it impossible not to grin back. He tugged your hands outward gently, locking them in place as if you were his captive. You squirmed, feigning annoyance, but the truth was, his touch, gentle but commanding, sent a thrill racing down your spine.

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written and published - 28.12.24

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