Half on a Baby
Chapter Eight
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Fumbling with the family-sized bowl of cereal in my lap, I quickly placed it on the floor out or harm´s way, and not only did I place my glass on a coaster, but I also wiped the wet spot off of the table. I had a very expensive game collection, and I would slit my wrists if Bella destroyed them.
And Iz, always, kept her promises; I wasn´t about to fucking cross her.
What?
I´m a fucking gamer...sue me!
Unable to stand when she´s mad at me, I went in search of my girl to apologize. When I found her in her room, she was standing in front of her closet in a pair of panties, scratching her naked tits. If my girl could, she´d go braless every day. Walking up behind her, I wrapped my arms around her waist, and rested my chin on her shoulder. Brown locked with green in the mirror. "Sorry, Iz," I said, giving her my best puppy dog eyes and pouty grin. "Forgive me?"
Wait for it...
5, 4, 3, 2...
"Gawd," Bella groaned, leaning back into me. Bringing her arms up, she snaked them around my neck, weaving her fingers in the hair at the nape of my neck. I moaned in appreciation when used her fingernails to scratch my scalp. I buried my face in the crook of her neck and enjoyed one of our rare moments. "You know me, I can´t stay mad at you for too long." Her sweet breath fanned across my face, and automatically my arms tightened around her. I was enjoying the warmth of our naked torsos against each other.
I smirked at her words, because they were true. No matter how much we fought over the years, my best friend could never stay mad at me. Tickling her sides, I growled playfully. "Damn right you can´t stay mad at me, woman, because I´m so fucking awesome, that´s why." Bella´s peals of laughter rang loudly, filling the entire room.
