MS.O'CONNELL, RUTHERFORD

'METTING YOU WAS ALL THE UNKNOWN' CHAPTER FOURTEEN

...drive, and a goodnight.

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“Maintaining all the good ones...”

Earlier...

Billie wakes up— covered by her blanket, and seeing Jesse's watch on the night stand with his phone. She quickly noticed that she knows she fell asleep in her desk in front of her laptop, now she was at her bed, jumping out of it and rushed to the door seeing him topless naked with his chest full blown of his tattoos and his sexy low-key light toned biceps that make her morning weakness on her knees. It's enough already I know god never would I would never get my ideal man that has a big-ass biceps but he does handle me like I'm pretty like one of the disney princesses. Gosh that l love watching him cause I knew to myself, yes I admit it. He's  good as hell and it was weakening me.

Billie was at the corridor and doesn't know that she's behind him leaning against the doorframe staring at him for solid ten minutes. Until finally he catches her watching him behind silently grinning to herself...

"Oh! B-Billie you're scarring the shit out of me!" He accidentally yelled at. "Hmm-mmm" she hummed. Seeing her nose shrill flared "Jesse. What are you doing?" She chuckles. And quickly thought, Wait? "Are you repairing all my broken things?" She frowns.

"Actually, I-I kinda get bored, but I don't want you to wake you up so... I grabbed your little broken appliance here, and that could take my time of waiting, so I wouldn't have to be bored, while you're still sleeping." He smiles and licks his lips lightly.

He stands up from his seat, and walks in front of her stealing a kiss from her warm chapped lips. It's like a burrito wrapper to be honest. Her lips were not wet or lip-glossed and nothing was applied in it. But it's okay though, what can I do she's my girlfriend, baby? Nah. Dude.

A literal sleeping beauty. She's a real disney princess. In person.
Yeah. But she's Billie. The genius ass lady from the committee who lead his top notchers class. One of Ucla's best literature student, that was well know for her headlines and commentary on the campus newspapers.

"Did you sleep on the bed or what?" She assumed. "No. uhh."

"I put you on the bed. And— um, I laid there beside you and got to wake up early so you do have yourself and I stayed on the couch till the sun rises." He said.

"And now your bored, and you don't want to wake me up so you grab my things and tried to repair them." She frowned.

"Yup. I'm a person with a little helping skills." He giggled. "Wow. So you're not just my professor slash rumored-boyfriend slash official dating slash boyfriend, but also my repair mechanic, oh god, I got it what's next you're going to establish this little 'Rutherford's mini repair shop' second blocks at the street near the hardware." She joked out. Edging the table looking at him with her eyes so sharp, crossing her arms together.

This little lady. Gosh.

"Okay, that's enough bullying me, Billie. And you should be proud that your boyfriend has a skillful talent."  He growled. "Okay, Mr. The Mechanic Rutherford." She puppy gazed teasing him. Fuck?

It's in the fact that he tries to make fun of the situation, not letting her notice that he has read the note for him. And it was warming, heartfelt, and just so reflective of her. She still thinks that he'll never reads it, when he already seen and read it.

He goes to the kitchen with her, sitting on the table. looking at her, and searches for the vitamins inside the cabinet.

"Come on, I'll make some bread toast, so— you'll be able to not get dizzy if you take your one-thousand milligram of vitamins, here. Wait. I'll make you your hot chocolate thing." He told. And handed the pill over her.