the little stories

only you - pjm

you walk in the door, shutting it quickly behind you. you throw your bag on the couch. the door opens again. he walks in.

"what's wrong with you?" he asked, looking at you with furrowed eyebrows. you ignore him. he walks over to you. "why are you so upset?"

you look at him. you tell him he can go with that other girl he was around all day. he looks at you. "seriously?" he says. you cross your arms. you stare at him. he reaches out and holds your waist.

"are you jealous?" he asks. a smirk forms on his lips. you roll your eyes. you tell him how annoying she was. she was all over him. the entire day.

he pulls you close. "oh baby," he gets closer to your face. "you're jealous."

you look down to avoid his eyes. he held eye contact so well. so intimidating. he holds your cheek. he kisses your jawline.

"you're hot when you're jealous," you feel butterflies in your stomach. he kisses up your neck. you relax in his arms. you wrap an arm around his shoulder.

he kisses your lips. you kiss him back.

"you think i'd let you go? just like that?" he brushes his lips against yours. you shake your head slowly. he smiles and kisses you again. he kisses you long and hard. you pull him closer. he deeply chuckles. he picks you up and sets you on the kitchen counter.

he pulls away and looks at you. he moves your hair behind your ear. you look at him. his features soften. he knows you better than that. he knows you feel insecure. you're with him. he could have anyone and he chose you.

"i have eyes for you," he rests his hands on the sides of your thighs. "only you, baby." you tell him it's hard to believe his words. you didn't find yourself to be his type. to be worth his time.

he pulls you off the counter. he wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you.

"then let me show you."