A/N: I literally came up with this WIP while daydreaming. Blame my cringy teenager ego.

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I feel immense heat as he presses his body against mine. I jolt, which seems to trigger a faint chuckle from the amused man. I could hear a snarky remark out of his thoughts when he snakes his arms around me. "Did I take you by surprise, or are you always this jumpy?"

As he continues to embrace me, I start getting stupid fantasies about his resting bitch face and his quirky kinky words. I know, apart from hugging me he hasn't done anything, but my head is screaming alarm while somehow feeding me even more smut illusions. Damn you brain, and damn this hot guy for trying to provoke me with this hug alone.

As if it isn't enough, he leans over and rests his head on mine. His breath practically ruffles my hair, warming both the portion and my face. What will he do next, cooing a "your hair smells so nice"? 

I don't think I'll be able to handle that.

In fact, it's a miracle I'm still able to handle this. Can't a girl live a little??

I sigh, flustered and frustrated. It seems like he won't leave me alone any time soon. My face is already hot from the awareness of this position we're in, though to be frank, my whole body has been tingling with his warmth. It doesn't feel overheated, the temperature is surprisingly comfortable. But it doesn't mean my radical mind can just let him get away with this sudden physical act of affection.

But all the fluster up until this point has been nothing compared to that at the sudden breath he fans against my neck, when his face leans down to my left shoulder.

I give out a small yelp, trying to control my voice. If I didn't calm down myself in time, I might have sounded like a cliché over-reactive squeaky girl from an alpha male fic. Or worse, from a porn video-

He leans in closer, I can almost feel his nose and eyelids on the crook of my neck. 

No, that's enough. 

I won't let him win, by showing no more emotions than a slight quick shudder. He won't affect me, even when he's trying to use physical contact. I'm cool, I'm strong-

He gives out a laugh, heating too much of my exposed skin. "You look stressed out. What are you thinking about?" He's been watching me ever since his face is right next to my face? I mean, I thought all he could be looking at was my neck and a few strands of hair?

His hug becomes tighter. A sign of asserting dominance? A yearning for more quickened pace? A simple change of pressure? A-

My mind is drowning itself in waves of unneeded doubt and over-analysis when he buries his face further into my neck.

"Don't worry. I just want a hug." He hums.

My head's spinning, because, like, what the fuck????

You don't go tease the heck out of your frenemy, play with their heart and mind with physical touch, only to excuse yourself with "just want a hug".

Or am I just overreactive??

With a blurry vision, I see him grinning at me. His eyes glint with mischievous triumph as he muses himself with my red face and dumbstruck expression.

I want to punch him out of that wide smirk so much, I might grab his cheeks and kiss him profusely.

Urgh, what an event.