"Kiss me." He picks me up and kisses me again.
His hands on my waist, my hands in his hair and my lips all over him.
I think I don't have a crush anymore.
I think i'm in love.
We break the kiss and he looks at me, "I'm so fucked aren't I my Val?"
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I seem to attract robots.
I've encountered people before, but they were mostly unpleasant elderly individuals with no zest for life, so I don't count those interactions.
Demetrius is standing in the room while I'm showering after the rain. He finds it disgusting to sit down after being in the rain or, as he puts it, "any disgusting circumstances." I can still smell the sass.
My lips still feel tingly. That was my third kiss in my entire lifetime—call me a player.
As I rinse my hair and body, I give myself a quick sniff. I smell like manly alpha body wash.
The best chocolate is simply Cadbury; anyone who argues otherwise is weird.
"Demi, what's the best chocolate?" I ask as I tiptoe out of the shower.
Did I mention his shower? My room required more walking, so he insisted (or begged) for me to stay in his room.
"Lindor, why Val?" he shouts back as I glare at myself in the mirror.
I have a pimple. Operation pop the pimple: viewer discretion advised. Please close your eyes as I give an in-depth description of the experience.
I grab his overpriced face wash and make my face look like it didn't roll into dirt.
"I'm out!" I scream; he smirks. Someone's in the mood to get spicy. Wink, wink. Blink, blink.
He laughs and looks behind him.
"I left a top and shorts," he explains.
"Thank you very much. Wait, why does your shirt have a wolf on it?" I snort as I put it over me.
"I went through a phase," he mumbles.
"Okay, I'm done!" He looks back and kisses my forehead.
Weirdo alert.
I like this weirdo.
He heads into the shower.
I jump on his bed. Why is his bed comfier? It feels like sitting on heaven.
I get off his bed and look at his window; it's small, and the curtains are boring. I really should make this place more pink.
I like pink.
Name one bad thing that's pink—exactly, nothing.
The sky is dark, and as I check the time, it's three AM.
I'm rebellious.
Eventually, he comes out of the shower with a towel covering his waist. I look up at him, wrapped in his duvet.
His tattoos are so cool; whee mama his back has muscles. I need his gym routine.
