A cliché plot and a little(?) embarrassing grammar and writing.
17 when I wrote this, and am embarrassed even to read it myself. So, please confine yourself from commenting the obvious; if you're going to continue that is.
As I promised myself, not...
Preparing breakfast wearing his shirt gives another level of satisfaction. It is practically a dress for me. And the most awesome thing about this dress is his smell.
I got an idea. I'm going to kidnap each and every cloth of his. Perfect. We are gonna save money by buying clothes for one person only.
Ain't a too economical? I am too easy to be taken care of. I feel so proud of myself.
I felt hands creeping from behind in my waist.
"You still got energy?" He asked burying his head on my neck.
"I am cooking to get some energy. " flustered by that voice saying something so embarrassing early morning.
I accepted my defeat last night. He is more perverted than I'm. His words from last night still lingering on my head. They are literally living there rent free.
I'm just too innocent for those.
"I also want to eat. You look too good dressed in my shirt."
"Stop it. I told you I'll never tease you. You won. This has been going on since yesterday. I can't handle all that." I said.
"Aww... look at the wild cat blushing." He said and I glared at him.
"My wild cat..." He laughed...
"Yeah, yeah... breakfast?"
"Sure ma'am. We need energy. " And he did it again.
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Ahem...
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