Observing my feigned ignorance, Shredica shot me a penetrating glare before exhaling audibly and rising from the bed. With determined strides, she closed the distance between us and seized me by the collar, her grip tight and unyielding. There was an intensity in her gaze, as though she was on the verge of unleashing fury upon me. Yet, I remained unperturbed, maintaining a neutral facade.
"What's your game?" I inquired coolly. "Could you release your grip, please?"
"Just experimenting," she retorted curtly, her tone edged with impatience. "No need to be so defensive."
"If it's merely an experiment, might I suggest toning down the death glare?" I countered wryly.
Ignoring my comment, Shredica brought her face closer to mine, our noses almost touching. I felt her hot breath on my face, mingling with the scent of soap. She must have showered before coming here.
