My Unfortunate Fairytale with the Son of a Mafia Boss- ON HOLD!!!!

Chapter 24

he smiled taking in my expression before he suddenly reached forward and traced a finger over my pursed lips. i gasped feeling a small shock like electricity run through my body when he touched me like that. he froze his eyes wide, he abruptly dropped his hand his cheeks turning a slight pink. "sorry" he muttered frowning down at his hands. i cleared my throat trying to work past the small lump that had formed there when darien had touched me.

"its okay." i murmured trying to fight back the small blush that was making my cheeks turn pink. "so, umm-whats your favorite color?" i asked desperately trying to find a subject change so that we weren't sitting in and awkward silence. his frown deepened for a minute before he looked up at me. "grey?" he said making it sound more like a question rather than a statement.

i giggled shaking my head. "you sure about that? because it almost sounded like you were asking me what my favorite color was." i smiled watching as one spread across his face as well. "yeah, i guess grey would be it. and what is yours? not grey i hope." he teased that smile still on his lips.

i really like darien like this. relaxed and...happy. the smile he had on really suited him i didn't know why he didn't smile more well actually maybe i do. i wouldn't smile that much if i knew i had a bastard of a father. i had been so caught up in taking in dariens smile that i forgot that he had asked me a question.

"oh! um-lilac." i muttered shaking my head so i could force back thoughts about darien and his father.  "favorite movie?" i asked shooting a question back at him. he chuckled, "what are we playing 21 questions now?" i smiled before shrugging gently.

"i don't know? you got a better way of prying my life story from these lips?" i asked pursing my lips and pointing to them teasingly. he sighed rolling his eyes. "you are one weird little girl." he murmured, shifiting on the bed.

"i am not little!" i snapped hitting him on the arm. "okay!" he scoffed scooting away from my arm. "you're not little... just vertically challenged." he put in jumping off the bed away from me before i could hit him. "you ass! picking on the little people!" i cried grabbing a pillow and lugging it at him. he chuckled dodging it easily. "i thought you just said you weren't little." he chuckled as i threw another one at him.

"shut up!" i shouted getting off the bed and running after him.  he laughed harder running away from me. he ran around the couches getting me on one side while he was on the other end. he seemed to feel good about his position and stood straight up and putting his hands on his waist.

"what are you gonna do now shortie?" he teased watching me for my next move. i growled at him before pretending to head in another direction before i changed course and ran in the direction he was tending to go.

he jumped in surprise before he turned on his  heel and tried to get away from me but i had already jumped landing on his back making the both of us fall to the floor. "i win!"i shouted in triumph not helping a little fist pumping. darien groaned from under me. "damn shortie, you sure can put it away." he mumbled trying to push off the floor.

i gasped at his comment and slapped him on the back. "you ass! i am not fat! and stop calling me names!" i shouted hitting him on the head again. "okay, okay okay! truce! truce." he shouted holding his hands up in surrendur. i smiled tapping him on the head. "see." i smiled. "i told you i won." with that i rolled off of him allowing him to get up.

"i think i pulled something" he muttered his voice slightly strained as he straightened his back. i chuckled rolling my eyes. "and people call me soft" i scoffed, turning on my heel and moving back to the bed. suddenly something landed on me, a pair of arms wrapping around my shoulders. i yelped crumpling to the floor from the weight.