Authors note: Yes, it's short. But my writers block is getting more and more out of control, so something is better than nothing. 😭😂 I hope you enjoy <3
Butch POV:
God, she's so fucking pretty.
I've got her pinned underneath me. I know that sounds bad... I also know that I don't care. Because oh my god how can someone being so pissed off at me be so fucking attractive? I mean damn! She's glaring at me, I can practically see the smoke shooting outta her ears. But she just looks so fucking pretty.
Y'know what? Screw it. If she yells at me I betcha that'd be hot to listen to.
I move my hand and almost instantly its: "Butch Jojo, you have five seconds to get off of me."
Fuuuckkk. Even her voice is pretty. "You gotta ask nicely."
"Have you ever known me to be nice?" The way she said it almost sounds teasing. But maybe that's just my imagination, because her face has not changed from looking at me with downright hatred. "Get off." Her hands reach up and grab onto the collar of my shirt.
"Huh," I smirk. "Déjà vu."
I lean down and kiss her. I could really honestly get used to this. My mouth on hers, her underneath me. It's so fucking addicting, I swear. Instead of her pushing me away, she kisses back. Her hands reach up around my neck and Oh my fucking god, I'm a fucking goner.
It's like that scene in the movies when the music gets real slow, and the world around seems to slow down. Where sounds get muffled and it's as if you've been waiting your whole life for this moment. Or when you read about how people compare it to fireworks. They compare it to being the best thing that's ever happened to you.
They're absolutely right.
God. Fuck.
Because the world does stop. And there's just this moment. A moment on fire. An intense desire for more... more of her. And it's like there's this blanket hanging in the air. A fucking perfect moment.
I pull away, a grin toying at the edges of my mouth. We're both out of breath. My forehead rests against hers, both our eyes shut. It's when I open mine I notice she's staring at me. I can't help but chuckle. "Still want me to leave?"
She pushes my face away from hers, but I don't disregard the smile on her face. "I guess you can stay."
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