"Move, Wes," Faith said, swatting his backside casually as she reached past him for a book.
"Will you not do that?" Wesley said without turning, his eyes on the book he was flicking through, blocking her access to the shelf.
"What?" She grinned. "This?"
The second time it was harder and she watched Wesley stiffen. "Faith –"
The third time stung her hand and he yelped before turning his head and glaring at her. "I'm not moving until you say 'please', Faith."
"I'm not stopping until you say 'thank you'," she murmured in his ear as her hand rose again.
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