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Is it worth arguing with her?…
Having sex is the best option
The pantry was cramped and poorly lit. It wasn’t the ideal place to settle a fight, but there they were, trapped in that tiny space, with sexual tension pulsing like an electric wire about to burst.
They had argued over something trivial. What mattered was the silence that followed — a silence charged with barely concealed anger and desire. She had taken refuge there first. He followed her, driven by a mixture of guilt and a primitive desire that burned in his body.
When he entered and closed the door, the click of the latch sounded like a challenge. She was on her back, her fingers absent-mindedly playing with a packet of noodles. But he knew. He knew by the way her shoulders tensed, by the way she breathed faster.
“You always do that,” she said without turning around, her voice low and laden with irony. “You follow me around like you’re going to solve something.”
He didn’t reply. Instead, he stepped forward, close enough for her to feel the warmth of his body behind her. “And you always run away,” he murmured, his voice husky and teasing.
She spun on her heels to face him, her eyes sparking with anger and something else — something he recognized because he felt the same way. “Maybe I just like the pantry,” she…
