Once Upon a Time In Year 2006

12| First Neck Kisses!

The first thing I felt when I woke up was the feeling of being crashed under a bulldozer.

Making my eyes instantly pop open.

What the fuck!

I tried taking a deep breath in.

The sun's ray shined so brightly through my bedroom window that I had to immediately close my fucking eyes shut.

I hate fucking mornings.

Suck my imaginary dick, morning!

I can't breathe, what's wrong with me? I turned—well I tried to but I couldn't. So I tilts my head a little to look behind me and my mouth went dry.

Yes, drier than the fucking sahara desert.

There he was, sleeping next to me with his strong arms wrapped around me in one tight grip. As if someone would kidnap me if he didn't used his full-super-hero-power to hold me down close to him.

My back was pressed up against his muscular chest and his legs were tangled with mine.

Suddenly I felt a current run through my whole body—scaring the living dayout out of me.

I glanced down to see his shirt-covered arms around me.
It's warm in here. Too warm.

He was sleeping like this was his own goddamn bed. I have no idea how a giant like him is even sleeping so peacefully wrapped around me like one cocoon—in my small sized bed. It's actually fucking hilarious if you ask me. To see this giant sleeping in this small bed.

He is basically sleeping on top of me. Slowly breaking my connection from the mother nature. Goodbye earth! I can't breathe.

I turned slowly to not wake him up. Yeah, I'm nice like that!

I could've just pushed him away or kicked him off my bed but I'm not mean like that.

Subconscious: "Yeah, instead she only slaps!"

Bitch, that was one time.

I successfully turned around to be face-to-face with the god himself. It was difficult since his arms didn't even budge a little. He is so fucking strong.

And, I'm so not drooling.

And the first thing that I noticed was his long-ass-no-use-to-him eyelashes. Like seriously, he won't even curl them up or use mascara so why give him that?

Mine looks like (                               )

Exactly—like nothing! It's hardly there. I huffed out angrily.

I narrowed my eyes at him. He is too pretty and I am so not jealous. His nose is straight, his pink plump lips looks so delicious. Yum! His cheekbones are on fucking fleek.

Making me raise my hand up slowly to my cheek, yeah just cheek that's it—because there's no bone in mine.
I signed, fluffy as expected!

Subconscious: "Fat bitch!"

I gasped, bitch!

His jawline can easily slice superman in half. It's that sharp and no I'm not exaggerating.

Subconscious: "Then, I guess it'll be easy-peasy for him to slice a potato like you in half!" *Prays for my slicing*

Bitch!