It all started over something petty and stupid. He said something regarding potions, and you argued back. How the debate was still going was beyond him. Shots were being fired between the two, and every topic under the sun was getting brought up and argued about.

As it became more heated, the tension had become so great and palpable that the sharpest knife could not have cut through it. Tom had been stepping closer and closer towards you out of instinct and because he couldn’t get enough of your face or how endearing you looked angry.

His face had to be so close to yours now that he had to hold himself back from running the pad of his finger over your lips. God only knew how badly he wanted to do that.

A sentence that you blurted out made him pause. Since when did you ever care about me?

“Since forever, you idiotic dunce!” Tom said back impulsively, his face inches away from yours. A simple whisk of wind could crush his lips on yours.

“Tell me how I’m supposed to unlove you. Tell me. Spare me.” He continued as his eyes fell to your lips momentarily, then back up to your eyes.