It was instinct to snap back at him and tell him to shut it, but in a much vulgar way (maybe in French, even the curse words sounded oh-so-pretty). Therese had never been able to tolerate much teasing at her expense; it was easy to quiet those that were bothering her or to simply walk/storm away without another word. Every instinct told her to let out a huff of a breath and stalk out the door, but her instinct had been terribly off-kilter lately, and it caused her to hesitate. Her mind worked quickly, people always teased her for being sorted into the wrong House until they heard the venom spat from her tongue.
Therese's lips curled into an equally arrogant smile; no, no, she was tired of being the one put into a flustered state. She was done with making the right and smart decisions, because even then the universe still managed to muck everything up. No, no, she was done playing the professional...at least for the rest of the year. That gave her a good twenty minutes to be foolhardy and reckless.
"Utter satisfaction?" she repeated, her voice dropping. Therese shook her head, her hand reaching up to grab the front of his shirt. He could not tease her over what wasn't true if it actually was true, no? She pulled in to close the little space he had left between them and kissed him hard, her body coming flush against him.
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