I Adore You [CURRENTLY IN REWRITING]

IV

Heyyy

rewritten!

"Where are you taking me, Dimitri?"

"To my place." He said as he watched the road. His muscular arms flexed on the wheel, his strong jaw shrouded with his beard. He was so sexy for a fucking snowflake.

"Wait, what?" I asked when I stopped ogling him. "Your place for what? I thought we were watching a movie. Oh my god, don't tell me you're kidnapping me–"

"I have a movie theater there. I was thinking of taking you to a restaurant, but...you just ate–"

"I can imagine you're not hungry at all." I said, remembering the piles of bacon and egg he ate.

He laughed, rubbing his beard with his free hand. "I'm a big man, I need to eat."

"Fattie–wait!" I gasped. "You said you have a theater in your house?!" I exclaimed.

He chuckled. "Yes,"

I hummed, distracted by literally everything. "You have a big house, then?"

He rolled his eyes. "No, I live in a trailer."

I gasped, laughing. "Did you just get an attitude with me?!"

He chuckled, turning to a neighbor with large houses.

"Damn," I whispered, looking at all the houses we passed. "This is so–Dimitri," I rolled my eyes, trying to pry his hand away from me. Dimitri suddenly put his muscular, tattoo, veiny hands on my thigh.

"What?" He feigned innocence.

I laughed. "Get your hands off me, pervert."

"Why?" He pouted. "I like it there, it makes me hard."

I gave him an unamused look. "Stop being so vulgar," I smacked his hand off as we parked into a house.

The outside was painted black and had white bricks. I didn't even know you could paint your house black–or build it like that. My house is small and normal and ugly compared to this.

He grabbed my hand. "Come on, let's go inside."

I tried to look at everything. I mean, his house was beautiful and luxurious. I wanted to look at everything but Dimitri was too impatient. He promised a house tour later and took me to the movie theater in his own damn home.

I scoffed, amazed by all of this. "Marilyn Monroe pillows?"