Villain Ch 1968. Anticlimactic
He was teasing and warm and softer in the eyes than she'd ever seen him. And he was holding her like she mattered. Not like a conquest. Not like a strategic merge.
But like someone he wanted to keep close.
Mila smoothed her hands down the front of his jacket. "So what now?"
"Now," Allen said, glancing toward the entrance, "we go inside."
"And then?"
He smiled again.
"Then I will decide about what I should do next," he said slowly. "Because ending all of this with just kisses feels… kind of anticlimactic."
Mila's face flushed so hard she thought her ears might catch fire. "Allen…"
"What?" He looked almost offended, though the glint in his eyes gave him away. "I'm being honest. I mean... you want it to end like this?"
Her mouth opened, but no words came. Not right away.
He leaned in slightly, voice lower. "You want the night to fade out with a shy kiss and a walk through the lobby like we're coworkers playing pretend?"
