"Why are you looking at me like that?" Aventurine drawls. He sits forward in his chair, perching his elbow on the table in front of him with a wicked gleam in those gorgeous eyes of his. That all-knowing smile makes you tense in your own seat, and he hums as he raps his fingers against the wood.

"You wanna kiss me so bad, you look stupid." He spits the last word out - teasingly so, as if he wants to rile you up. Neither of you want to be in the same room with one another, and Aventurine takes it into his own hands to remind you of your relationship as he kicks his chair back and rises.

"Tell me when you hear someone coming in," he murmurs, rounding the table and cupping your cheek in his hand before he kisses you. It lingers - and then all too soon, he pulls away.

"Actually, it would be quite unprofessional of me if I were caught locking lips with you." He chuckles. Insufferable. He moves back towards his chair, falling down into it.