Babysitting The Bad Boy's Brother.

Whatever I want?

Amanda.

He wouldn't let go of her hand.

"Ansel, can you leave my hand for a second please?" 

"Nope." He clicked his tongue and shook his head.

"Ansel, just for a sec." She pleaded.

"Why?" He demanded.

"Just, please leave it for a second," 

"Why?"

She rolled her eyes.

"God, fine. I need to scratch my neck,"

He squeezed her hand and looked at her. She smiled. 

Okay, now he was going to do that for her, Aww.

He let go of her hand.

"I'm not going to do that for you if you're thinking that, Sorry love,"

This man.

"Whatever. Wasn't thinking of that." She scratched her neck vigorously, then looked at him.

"Why are you doing that?" He demanded.

"I don't know, it was itching a little bit."

"Here." He removed her hair from the back of her neck and kissed the spot, softly.

"I would never do something to hurt you, scratching would have hurt. But kissing doesn't," He grinned.

"Cheesiness overloaded." She said, but she was blushing.

"Okay, let's go. We'll take a nice walk and eat somewhere,"

"Okay, The day's yours."

"And so are you," He added.

"Did you just call me yours?" She asked.

"Are you going to get mad at me?" He demanded.

"Of course not." She stopped walking and he turned.

"What? I'm sorry if you didn-," He couldn't finish his sentence because she pulled him towards her and placed her lips over his.

They stood there kissing. Their arms wrapped around each other.

The scene was perfect. They were perfect.

They pulled away after a few minutes and Ansel shook his head in disappointment.

"What?" Amy asked.

"I was hoping for some snowfall and make the scene more romantic," 

She let out a laugh.

"Aw, But it's the seventh of February. No snow expected,"

"Well, I wanted this to be perfect. Like in movies when the couple kiss there is rain or snow, or even leaves fall. This type of thing,"

She stood there looking at him.

"And here I thought you hated those kinds of movies," 

"I still do." He shrugged trying hard to look as if he doesn't care.

"Don't try, I know you like romantic movies. Caught ya'." She winked at him.

"Don't make me eat you." He grinned.

She blushed hard at this and looked down.

"Will you like that?" He took a step towards her till she could smell his minty breath. 

"I d-don't know." She stammered. He placed his thumb over her lower lip.

"To hell with everything, let's find a hotel," He suggested.