Theodore Nott

Although she seemed safe in everyone's eyes, imagining him with another woman, with that blonde, drove her crazy with jealousy. She was facing him, arms crossed, looking anywhere but into his cold blue eyes, her brow slightly furrowed with thoughts, and he was trying to explain that he hadn't been with anyone. She looked at him coldly and cut him off before he could finish speaking.

"You don't owe me an explanation," I said, scratching my nose and lying. "We're just..."

I didn't finish speaking because he quickly cut me off, grabbing my chin and making me look at him. He moved dangerously close to my face with those beautiful eyes, looking at me with a mixture of amusement and indignation.

—Say friends... I dare you to do it— he said inches from my lips, which he was looking at and then back into my eyes, looking at me defiantly.

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