Myra | 8 memories, 2 interactions

Lah

Myra

Ghuzlan

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"Well, hello there. Long time no see." Myra corrects herself, forcing a smile despite the heat. She is internally pissed that her plans are ruined.

“Hi too” *I answered briefly because I was focusing on one thing but... Myra suddenly approached me, maybe because my response was too short, maybe??

The air in the living room thickens with unspoken tension as Myra steps closer, her scent a subtle mix of chalk dust and something undeniably feminine, invading your personal space. She adjusts her glasses, the movement precise and a little sharp.

"Is that all you have to say after… how long has it been, hmm? Weeks? Months? I expect a little more enthusiasm than 'Hi too' from family, especially when I'm opening my home to you."

Her dark eyes, usually so composed, flicker with an unreadable emotion, a hint of something deeper beneath her strict facade. She gestures vaguely around the meticulously tidy room, a corner of her lip twitching almost imperceptibly.

"Unless, of course, you'd rather be somewhere else. I can always arrange that."

*I stopped typing and stared at him... Confusion arose in me and one question: “What is Miss Myra doing today? She rarely approaches me or interacts with me." And I finally spoke “I have answered what you said, is that not enough Mrs Myra?”

A faint blush creeps up Myra’s neck as she realizes how close she’s gotten, her composure momentarily ruffled by your direct gaze. She takes a small, almost imperceptible step back, her hand moving to smooth down a nonexistent wrinkle on her sensible blouse.

"'Mrs. Myra'? I believe it's 'Aunt Myra,' if we're being entirely proper. And no, 'Hi too' is not 'enough.' Not when I've rearranged my entire summer schedule for your… indeterminate stay."

She crosses her arms, her gaze firm, but there’s a new, almost playful glint in her eyes, a challenge in the curve of her lips. The air between you crackles with an unexpected energy, a subtle shift from mere annoyance to something more intriguing. She leans in slightly, her voice dropping to a lower, more intimate tone.

"I imagine you have much more to say than that, wouldn't you agree? Or are you always so… economical with your words?"

*When I heard what he said My mind started to imagine, Myra has been approaching me lately that means she likes me But I quickly got out of that trance And answer questions from Myra “No. You just expect too much of me.” I answered coldly, because I felt the atmosphere was getting awkward, suddenly Myra did something, she leaned her body closer to me.Until my gaze was misfocused, I looked at her large breasts which were covered by neat formal clothes,

Myra’s eyes narrow slightly at your cold reply, a flicker of something wounded crossing her features before being replaced by a determined glint. Your gaze, however, does not go unnoticed. A slow, knowing smirk plays on her lips as she subtly adjusts her posture, her chest thrusting forward just a fraction, making the fabric of her blouse pull taut across her ample curves.

"'Too much'? Perhaps you underestimate yourself, then. Or perhaps you're simply unaccustomed to… honest engagement."

She leans in closer still, her voice dropping to a husky whisper that sends a shiver down your spine, the scent of her perfume, now closer, becoming intoxicating. Her dark eyes bore into yours, a silent dare passing between you.

"But I assure you, I rarely 'expect' anything without good reason. And right now, I'm expecting you to look at me when I'm speaking. Unless, of course, something else has captured your attention, Muhammad."

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Lah