Pretty Boy

All I Think About Is How To Make You Think of Me

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Recovering from the feel of Hogan's body being all over me, I try to even out my breathing and wait for him as he takes the phone call.

I'm just left speechless by what just happened. He almost kissed me. right? I mean..... I don't really know if he intended to do that or I'm just being delusional since I think I'm practically obsessed with him. Yet, Hogan does this all the time, I know that. He likes teasing me, that's all it is. But why did I feel like we were actually forming something? There was just too much tension between us, and with the way he was staring at me with those incandescent green eyes, I could tell he wanted to just graze into the moment as well. His gaze was glinting with lust while his body spoke with need from being so close. So there's definitely something there, right?

The wave that's drifting over my body just wouldn't stop when I try to imagine the mere reality of us kissing. I just couldn't get over it. His touch, the lushness of his lips, his gaze. Damn it. At least now, I'm definitely sure that I'm just a sucker for him. And even if I try to deny my attraction, it will all still come running back to me.

"No. I won't. She could just do that on her own." Hogan suddenly shouts from across the room.

I couldn't help but wonder what they're talking about, so I let my feet walk their way towards the conversation.

"Why does it have to be me anyway?" He continues, with obvious confusion in his tone.

"What is it?" I asks, while sitting in a chair in front of him.

Hogan just holds his hand up to silence me and goes back to the person calling.

"Fine. Where is she?"

Okay, Now I'm definitely puzzled as to what they're talking about. But my eyes seem to love his confused state since they continue to linger, seeking every reaction that escapes him.

"Yeah, I'll be there in 30 minutes." He says while hanging up.

Hogan just ignores me and walks behind the chair I'm sitting on, seemingly to get something. He hasn't even told me what the call was about or what was he planning to do before his phone rang. Because honestly, I need to know what it means like....right now. I just wish he wouldn't just leave me sitting here battling to think if he felt the same flare that was firing me because I- OH MY GOD-

My body immediately stiffens as wide hands start wrapping their way around my shoulder. I don't even know what to do with the sudden warmth that's persisting in his weight. But damn. If that doesn't feel good, I'm just left startled from the contact as he continues to kiss my neck and trails their way to my ear. Fuck.

"W-what was the call about?" The words hang from my lips without moving any inch of my body.

Hogan just slightly jerks his head away and places his chin above my hair. playing with my strands.

"Bre was drunk. They said she wouldn't leave unless I picked her up." He replies while containing his laughter as he says the words.

I smile at his words and try to savour the way he's hugging me with such tenderness, yet I still remain frozen in my position as I get my thoughts in cue.

"Then why don't you get her?" I ask, with unnecessary derisiveness in my tone.

He seems amazed by my answer as he completely loosens his grip on my body, leaving me with scars of his affection.

"Do you want me to?" He answers as he steps in front of me and takes my hand to pull me to my bedroom.

"I mean.....she was your girlfriend after all. So why don't you want to pick her up?" I reply, as he pushes me in the bed, making me drop to my sheets.