Snippets and Sneak Peek (Chapter 4) Pt. 2 (Patreon)

Hey guys! I promised a sneak peek into the Tsundere romantic options for Skylar, and I'm here to deliver it to you 😁 They've been pretty fun to write, along with the bold romance options, because Skylar is also a huge flirt 😂

As always, most of the variables in the sneak peek are for Skylar's pronouns, so whenever you see it, just replace it with your preferred gender for Skylar in your head while reading it 😄

Anyway, without further ado, here is the sneak peek:

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The ${sk_man} who was lounging on the sofa has scooted over to get nearer to where you're seated. $!{sk_his} soft blue eyes sparkle in interest, their color reminiscent of the clear blue summer sky. A big grin lighting up ${sk_his} ${sk_handsome}ly scuplted face, the tanned skin is smooth and shines healthily.

$!{sk_he}'s wearing a cream-colored cricket sweater over a simple white shirt and the high-end brand logo on the sweater doesn't escape your notice. It's the classic preppy style that speaks volumes not only about ${sk_his} class, but also ${sk_his} finances.

*if (mc_clothes = "preppy")
You can't help but begrudgingly approve of ${sk_his} choice of outfit and brand, considering preppy style is also your jam.

Even with the layers of clothes covering it, you can surmise that ${sk_he} has a lean and sculpted body. $!{sk_his} cheerful voice brings you out of your observation.

"You look familiar… I'm wondering if we've ever met before?" ${sk_he} hums as ${sk_he} brings ${sk_his} hand up to comb ${sk_his} short, wavy, and fashionably styled hair, its golden blond color glints under the light. "We must've not, because I'd certainly never forget someone as gorgeous as you are." $!{sk_he} winks charmingly, the smile on ${sk_his} face not diminishing one bit as ${sk_he} uncrosses ${sk_his} long legs.

OPTIONS

#"Uh… N—No, I don't think so?" I squeak out, a blush rising. [♥]

#"How about making sure you don't forget me this time, then?" I wink back. [♥]

#"How many people have you used this line on?" I groan, heat rising. [♥]

# "Um… No. I—I don't think so?" I say hesitantly.

# "I don't think so, unfortunately," I chuckle.

# "Stop. Do I look like a ${man} of easy virtue to you?" I snap irritatedly.

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"How many people have you used this line on?" I groan, heat rising. [♥]

You feel your heart beat a bit faster and heat rising up your neck. Scoffing, you turn away a bit to try to hide your undoubtedly flushed cheeks. This ${sk_man}… How dare ${sk_he} flirt with you openly right away? Has ${sk_he} no shame? And why are you reacting to it?! Stop it!

Willing yourself to calm down, you groan, "Soo cheesy. How many people have you used this line on?" You brave yourself to glance at ${sk_him} and you see ${sk_his} grin grows even larger, if it's even possible.

"Well, you might not believe me, but not a lot, honestly," ${sk_he} reassures you, the infuriating shit-eating smile still gracing ${sk_his} lips. "I only flirt with those I have an instant and special connection with."

That's the biggest load of bullshit you've heard today… and you just talked with your mother for the first time in ten years. "Oh, yeah? Which must've been at least half of the strangers you've just met. We don't even know each other's names," you sigh exasperatedly.

"Ah, I see. I gotta admit that it's pretty smooth how you're asking for my name without asking it directly," ${sk_he} teases.

"W—What?! Don't be stupid! I don't wanna know your name!" you sputter out, cheeks heating up again in embarrassment and you cross your arms defensively.

"Too late to take it back now!" ${sk_he} shakes ${sk_his} head playfully and snickering like a little kid. "Name's Skylar Moore, or more commonly known by the city as 'Phase'." $!{sk_he} studies your face, trying to see some kind of reaction to the revelation.

What the hell?! This is the protégé that your mother takes under her wings and the one you'll supposedly work together with to catch the killer. You won't let ${sk_him} get the satisfaction of seeing you shaken though, so instead, you just grumble, "Whatever… I already told you I'm not interested in knowing your name."

You feel irritation—mixed with something else—bubbling inside you as you see ${sk_him} blink in surprise before beaming at you. "What are you smiling for?" you blurt out. Damn, you meant to snap at ${sk_him}!

"Nothing…" $!{sk_he} shakes his head softly.

"I wasn't kidding when I said you look familiar though," ${sk_he} mutters, tapping ${sk_his} chin in contemplation before perking up and holding out ${sk_his} hand to you. "May I know your name, then?"

"[Insert MC's Full Name Here]" you answer gruffly, taking ${sk_his} proffered hand in yours. Almost instantly, your heart races again and the skin of your palm where yours meet ${sk_hers} tingles as if touching static electricity. Damn it! Stop it! Clearing your throat awkwardly, you quickly pull out your hand from ${sk_hers}. You catch ${sk_him} smirking smugly and you pout as you feel your cheeks heating up again.

$!{sk_he} repeats your name a few times quietly before recognition lights up ${sk_his} face. “Oh! You're my mentor's ${mc_son}! I should've figured that one out,” ${sk_he} exclaims.

*if (gender != "male")
“After all, you're just as pretty as your mother! And that's saying something because she's one of the most beautiful superheroes in North America!”

*if (gender = "male")
“No wonder you look so familiar! I now see your mother's features in your handsome face.”

OPTIONS

#"Um… I'm not really sure about her being my mother, but thanks…" I blush. [♥]

#"I wouldn't really say she's my mother… but I'll take the compliment." I wink. [♥]

#"W—What are you—And no, she's not my mother… not really," I blurt, heart racing. [♥]

#"Um… She's not really my mother per se…" I mutter.

#"Mother…? Eh." I shrug. "It's an overstatement."

#"She's not my mother," I snarl. "It's more complicated than that."

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"W—What are you—And no, she's not my mother… not really," I blurt, heart racing. [♥]

"W—What are you—" you stutter, the flirtatious compliment taking you by surprise, making your heart race and face flushed. "A—And no, she's not my mother…" you blurt out without thinking further, desperate to change the subject quickly. "Well, not really anyway…"

Skylar tilts ${sk_his} head in puzzlement. “Oh—I'm sorry. I just thought that since she gave birth to you…” ${sk_he} trails off awkwardly.

You shake your head lightly. "Being a mother is not simply giving birth to someone…" you sigh. "No more questions, please. I don't wannna talk about it." You don't like this topic even a bit, but at least your distraction works.

“Of course! Of course! And I can see your point,” ${sk_he} says quickly, although you can still see the curiosity in ${sk_his} blue eyes. “But still, my compliment stands true.”

There it is again. The flirtation. [i]This ${sk_man} really has no shame at all…[/i] you think, as your heart hammers in your chest. You turn away to hide your heating up cheeks. "Thanks… I think you look decent as well," you mumble quietly, almost inaudible, but ${sk_his} widening smile shows you that ${sk_he} hears it anyway.

"How about we take a selfie together right now and I'll post it on my Photogram story and maybe we can let the people vote on who's prettier, hm?" ${sk_he} teases.

"What? No way! I'm not taking a step near you," you scoff. "Also, your diehard simps will vote for you anyway. So, it's not fair." You cross your arms.

"Haha! I'm just teasing you," ${sk_he} chuckles.