Corridor Tension
Jonathan's back was pressed to the chair.
Amber was leaning over him, her lips barely an inch from his.
The air between them heated—
silent, heavy, electric.
But instead of closing that last inch,
Amber moved her head slightly—
toward his ear.
Amber (low, cold):
"From how many days has that mark been on Justin?" 😑
Jonathan blinked, startled.
Jonathan: "What the—?" 😶
He turned his face toward her—
and their lips brushed.
Just for a second.
Soft. Accidental.
Enough to make both freeze.
They instantly pulled back.
Amber's fingers flew to her lips in irritation.
Amber: "Why do you ALWAYS steal a kiss from me?!" 😤
"You have a twenty-six-year-old son now, Jonathan! Stop behaving like a teenager!"
Jonathan stiffened.
Jonathan: "Okay first— he's our son." 😑
"And second— I didn't steal anything! It was an accident!"
"You're the one who came so close!"
Amber glared.
Amber: "I came close because Justin has a curse mark, idiot." 😐
Jonathan's eyes widened.
Jonathan: "Don't tell me you—"
Before he could finish, Amber leaned in again, bending over him, faces inches apart.
Her breath hit his lips.
Amber (firm):
"That's why I did that.
Understand now, idiot?" 😠
They still didn't move away.
Their faces so close Jonathon could see his reflection in her eyes.
Her tone was angry, but her proximity said something else entirely.
Jonathan glared back.
Jonathan: "Who the hell are you calling idiot?" 😤
Amber's eyes narrowed, and she whispered directly against his lips—
Amber (quiet, dangerous):
"Shut up." 😠
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Jonathan's POV
Only a few inches separated them.
Amber's glare was sharp enough to cut him open.
Her lips were pressed together in frustration—
and far too close.
Because she was leaning forward,
her neckline dipped,
and—
Jonathan swallowed hard.
His eyes flicked down for half a second.
Her breath hitched.
Amber saw the exact moment his expression changed.
Amber: 😑
Jonathan: 🤤
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