Chapter 4: Sweet Nothings
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That night, I lay on my bed with my phone in hand. He was always true to his word. Hell, he wouldn't shut the fuck up until I gave him my number. Little persistent bastard is the best way to put it. My phone vibrated, and I looked at it and to my surprise; it was him.
'You still awake?'
'Of course you bloody dumbass. I told you earlier.'
'Retract your claws kitty. I was just asking a question.'
'Sorry, just a bit on edge.'
'It's a' right dude! I get it.'
'I thought you forgot about me.'
'Not possible from this afternoon. All I want to do is hold you right now. So you're the only thing on my mind.'
I bushed a bit at what he sent. 'really?! I miss you.'
'I do too. It's almost impossible to take you off my mind love.'
I smiled. He was actually thinking about me as much as I was thinking of him. After what happened on the roof, I'm not exactly surprised. Well that much. He was the only thing I wanted to- Hell, all I could think about. He was stuck in my mind. I couldn't forget how sweet and soft his lips were against mine. And truth be told, I tried. Seriously, I tried. But that warmth was like everything to me. I even remember his arms around. Tomorrow had me all riled up.
That night I texted him until half past midnight. So thankful that my 'guardian', or Satan's descendant (which ever floats your boat) was away. I could feel his arms around my waist as he ran his tongue along my bottom lip and whispered how much he loved me. Over and over. That mark was still present on my neck, but all he would do is make it darker. I would run my hand over his chest and kiss him softly. And maybe I was trying to let him force out a low moan. It made me blush to think about tomorrow. I was very excited to have him over.