"I want you to be mine. I want to do whatever I want to you and let you do whatever you want to me." He grabbed her and guided her upstairs.
"It's almost midnight."
"I know I know. Why do you think I brought you upstairs?" He snickered.
"To get me on my knees." She took a sip of her water.
"So it's a possibility?" He smirked and got closer to her.
"Not right now." She placed her hand on his chest.
They sat in bed together. His arm around her.
She was on Pinterest looking at tattoo ideas.
"You're gonna get a tattoo?" He asked.
She shrugged, "Thinking about it for my birthday."
"You should. It'd look good on you."
"I don't know what to get though."
"That one would look nice.", he pointed to a picture,
"Right there."He dragged his finger between her chest. She got butterflies and tried to hide the fact she was blushing.
"Wait- you have tattoos." She asked.
"Yeah.What about them?"
"Well can I see them?" She asked.
He took his shirt off.
She covered her eyes, "Dude I asked to see the tattoos."
He laughed, "You can uncover your eyes 'Livia. You wanted to see my tattoos right?"
"Yeah," she uncovered her eyes,
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Taste like Strawberries
Teen FictionThey despise each other. More so, she despised him. All because of an old game of truth or dare. He messed up and he knows it, but yet it still seems she can't forgive him even after all this time. That is until, she was dared to kiss him. 🍓🍓🍓 ...