Curly Headed Cutie (Original)

Chp. 39: Neck Kisses And Absent Friends

2 weeks later...

Friday...

Tiffany's POV:

"Just one."

"No."

"PLEEEEEEEASE?"

I stare up at him, eyes narrowed as he continues making a pouty face at me. I smirk as he leans on the kitchen counter, eyes shifting back to the container full of chocolate, strawberry cupcakes in front of me.

I giggle at his face, as he pouts, "I know you said that they are for the football players, but I just want one."

"You already had one!" I giggle, crossing my arms, "Actually, you stole one."

"NUH UH!!!" He tries to protest, a silly grin on his face as he looks back at me.

I shake my head, "Travis-" "Pretty please? They look so good," He begs, snuggling his head into the crook of my neck.

"I know they do, but no," I state, rubbing his hair from his face.

He then reaches over to grab a cupcake, completely ignoring what I told him, "I won't ask for anymore-"

"No!" I laugh, smacking his hand away, "There are just enough for Daniel and the boys. Not an extra one for Travis Reel."

He groans, throwing his head back in frustration as I put the lid on the cupcakes. I pick them up and carry them to the fridge.

"Babyyyyyyyy!!" Travis whines, and I try to hold back a smile.

"Don't baby me!" I laugh, putting the cupcakes in the fridge and closing it. I walk back over to stand next to him again.

I scrunch my nose at him, leaning against the counter, "I said what I said. "

"And I said," He says, leaning in, making our faces inches apart, "that I would only help if I got a cupcake in return."

I raise a brow and smirk up at him. I put my hands on my hips, "Yeah?" He nods, a soft smile on his face, "Yeah."

"Well, I don't remember saying that, babe."

Slipping my hand onto the nape of my neck, Travis leans in closer. Our noses brush against each other, and I stare into those soft green eyes of his.

"Well," He whispers, eyes glancing down to my lips. He gently traces my bottom lip with his thumb, "maybe I could jog your memory a little bit~ "

I find myself staring at his lips and reply, "I'm sure you could. But I doubt it'll change my mind~ "

"Don't knock it before you try it, Bella~ " He mumbles, his eyes completely fixated on my lips.

Gently pressing my lips against mine, Travis grins. I smile and kiss him back, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. I gently pull away, and he plants a soft peck on my lips, and my smile widens.

His eyes search mine and he mumbles, softly, "Was that enough to change your mind?"

"Nope," I reply sassily, and he frowns, "Although, the kiss was very enjoyab-" Interrupting me, Travis wraps his arms around me, picking me up, "I guess you leave me no choice."

I laugh loudly, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, "What are you doing?!"

His hands slipping onto my bare thighs, Travis grips them as we walk out of the kitchen.

He carries me to the living room and throws me onto the couch. Crawling on top of me, Travis grabs my hands and pins them down above my head.

I blush profusely, shocked by his sudden actions. He smirks devilishly at me, and my stomach becomes swarmed with butterflies.