I lean in close, my breath grazing his ear. "You're mean," I murmur, voice barely above a whisper as I swallow down the whimper threatening to escape-though from the way his smirk deepens, I know he hears it.
That devilish grin spreads across his fa...
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Buzzy pov
"That's bullshit." Colten grumbles, getting angrier by the moment he holds up a lot of anger inside I noticed. It's probably why when he does flip out it's scary as shit.
"Get the fuck out all of you." He nods tensing up we all stand there looking dumb.
"Go get Katerina." he mutters to Floyd with such hatred Floyd nods leaving the room. So obedient. As a soldier. I could never.
"Did I fucking stutter? I said get the hell out before you all will be dragged out in body bags." He grumbles they all scram to get up no more playing dumb huh.
He's such a hot head. if we were inside out and he was Riley there would only be four little red guys burning with fire inside his head.
Katerina comes strutting through the door like a runaway model. She's in a short red dress exposing her thighs and her hair in a messy bun, her wavy curls sticking out. I've never seen her hair in a bun. She looks so different and really beautiful. It brings out her features.
No shoes on red tiny cherry earrings, her full lips covered in thin red tinted lip gloss, her skin glowing with tiny bits of gold glitter.
She spins around like she was heading to a festival Colten stares at her like she's the only female in the. Universe. She looks different.
Katerina pov
I walk in the room spinning around. I twirl in my festive outfit. I point my finger at Buzzy "we're going to a festival wearing red." I direct him and he narrows his eyes at me looking at my outfit.
"you're like his own personal squishy" Buzzy states in Portuguese I fold my lips so as to contain my laughter.
In a way I shrug "except I typically don't fuck my squishys only my pillows." I reply sarcastically. In Portuguese. "ew!" he groans nodding before. And leaving I plop down on the table.
I crisscross my legs. My dress hikes up more I sigh.
"What can I help you with?" I ask, sweetly—like I didn't just come in here and rearrange the oxygen.
Then—
He moves.
Slow.
Deliberate.
He comes closer, not saying anything, just watching me like I'm prey that wants to be caught.
He leans in, his lips brushing the soft skin on the inside of my knee. Just a ghost of a kiss. No eye contact break. Not even a blink.
My breath seizes. I shift slightly, just to stop my thighs from parting all on their own. His mouth is so close. The air between us pulses. The red fabric of my dress flutters at the hem, trembling from my breathing.
"F– Floyd said you needed help," I whisper.
My voice barely holds. It trembles with want I didn't mean to show. Not yet.
