The Bad Boy.. Loves Me? [𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃]

chapter 13: "you make a sexy tomato"

"if i asked you if i could kiss you now, would you say yes?"

my heart beats like an egg being beaten by a strong whisk. i feel gidy, suddenly lighheaded. Satan's waiting for my anser, his lips curled like a mustash.

this is it. what all the fliritng has ben leeding up too. Should i say no? days ago i was calling satan a jerk. but today he's show me a diferent side of himself. and i think i like it.

i've been staring at him too long

satan looks at me boredly "made a decison yet, kitten?"

"ok," i say "i'll let you kiss me-"

he smirks-

"BUT" i say, putting up my hand. now it's my turn to smirk "only when i feel that you've earned it"

he looks at me coolly "and when will that be

I just smile.

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"what about now?" satan asks, a few hours later for the 593th millionth tim. we're sitting on the sofa. im curled on a cushon and satan has ben geting more and mor agitated

i shake my head, trying not to smirk.

he sighs "i dont know what else i can do grammarly. i got you the carage, the food, i've played 20 questions, charades, and fucking i spy-"

"ooh" i say mokingly "i spy someone who's a little desperate-

"grammarly" he growls

i sigh "ok fine, you don't like i spy. how about would you rather?"

he lets out an exasparated groan.

"would you rather," i say "have a pet fish or pet cat"

He gives me a look that says this game is dumb

"Ok" i try again"would you rather kiss heather or mr brown"

I cant help but laugh at satan's expreson

"Id rather kiss you" he says. Somehow this makes his lips look extraa kiss able

I give him a stern look "anser the question"

He rolls his eyes but begrudingly ansers "well mr brown of course that man is hot"

For a minute we both simultanousy think of mr brown and how hot he "cant argue with you there "" i sigh.

Satan sits up straightener "would you rather" he says letting his hand trail up my legs like a hiking trail. "I touch you here or," he leans and touches the soft skine behind my ear "here"

I almost give birth right there and then. I let out a mangled squeel. "Couldn't possbly choosed" i say brethleas

Satan chuckle "maybe" he wispers "yo need more of a demonstration"

I squeel again and move away "i think i got it thank you Satan"

He smirks. "Dont you dare deny the affect i know i have on you . You've spent most of our date as red as a tomato"

My hands rush to my cheeks. I just blush more. Damn you.

"Dont worry" says satan, lips curling at the edges "you make a sexy tomato"

I roll my eyes but apart of me is pleased to hear he thinks i am sexy, even if he means as a tomato

Im about to ask him a new question, when suddenly, the train comes to a sudden halt, sending me tumbling. before i can hit the ground, satan catches me. somehow i end up with my head in his lap, his face looking down at mine.

"i just saved you from a head injury" he tells me seriously "can i kiss you now?"

I'm about to say no, but the word doesn't quite make it to my lips. a part of me depeartalet wants him to close the gap betwen us, for our lips to merge like two countries. For him to quench my deep thirst, to hydrate me , soothe my flames, but set me alight

i scramble from his lap, cheeks practicaly on fire. what's wrong with me? How can i feel so strongly toward someone i barely know? Who's coky and annoying and infuriatiing-

And sweet, and romantic and flirtatious and sexy-

I let out an infuriated sound from my throat

Satan looks as me amusdely. "Ok there kitten?"

Before i can answer, there's pounding on the door of the cariage. I frown, slightly confused, but Satan's face changes completely

"Grammarly" he growls "i need you to hide?"

Fear blossoms in my heart like that flower that's beautiful but smells really bad. "Satan whats going on

He grips me hard"i kneed you to listen to me, grammarly. These people are here for me, not for you. So i need you to hide . If i shout run, you run. Under stand?

I nod, unable to form words

"You'll be fine" he tells me "i promise"

With that he helps me hide under one of the benches tucking in some blankets to hide me

The hammering gets louder. Then there's a big bang.

I close my eyes tight trying to make myself as small as possible. I hear shouts and thuds. I press my hands to my ears.

"-OI"

"Fuckity duckity-"

"You basatard"

What the hell is going on i wonder

After what seems like a lifetime of thumps, grunts and thuds. It goes quiet. Then, "its safe for you to come out now"

Slowly and gingerly i emerge from my hiding place.

Standing in front of me are four boys: Satan and three I don't recognise. One of them - he has pale skin and pale hair - nods at me "you ok?" He asks.

I nod slowly and look around. Theres food on the ground, trod on. I see suspcious red blotche on some of the cushons. The boys i dont know all look like their stil in adrenaline mode, eyes bright, hair tousled, knuckles red. From their blood or someone else's, i don't know

Satan's wiping blood from his nose. He doesnt make eye contact with me, his jaw clenched stifly

It takes a moment, but i find my voice "what just hapened"

Pale haired boy sighs. "Jumped by the mildly spicy peppers it looks like"

We're all silent for a moment.

"I'll go tell the driver we can move again" says satan, breaking the silence and abruptly leaving the cariage.

One of the other boys exchanges a look with the others. They seem to reach an agreement and he follows in satan's direction.

Unsure of what to do, i sit down. Pale haired boy sits across from me. The other boy, he has brown hair with a streak of white, stays standing.

I blink, trying to understand what's going on "who are you?"

Inside i already knew, but it's still jaring to hear it.

"We are Satan's Angels"

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