NOT PROOFREAD
FLUFFY!!!
she's short but so are you (if you're not short, pretend that you are)
"You're always saying nonsense to me." Mattheo ran his fingers through your hair, his other hand playing with the drawstring on your shorts as you lay next to him, your eyes sparkling with mischief as they met his.
"It's not nonsense," you attempted to protest, the thought of another useless, hypothetical question running through your mind. "But would you?"
Your boyfriend shook his head, allowing a small laugh to leave his lips. "Would I what?" He questioned. "love you if you were a piece of gum on the bottom of my shoe? Do you hear yourself woman?"
You bare your teeth, your mouth forming a smile as you pushed your body further into his, attempting to stay composed. "Answer the question Riddle."
Mattheo's mouth fell open, words struggling to leave as he tried to think it over, whatever he said could easily impact the comfortable environment you were both in, he knew he had to tread carefully. "Fuck no, I would peel you off and put you in the bin."
Your eyebrows furrowed and he watched your lips turn into a stiff pout, his hand still playing in your hair, his fingers getting lost within the sea of strands.
"Oh what?" He continued, "You'd love me if I was a piece of gum would you?"
Nodding your head in an instant your lips fell straight, your fingers playing with the hem of his shirt as he lay next to you, your bodies only inches apart. "I'd keep you in my mouth forever."
"Your mouth would be sore." Mattheo interrupted the deep and meaningful speech you had prepared for him.
An expression of annoyance painted your face as he spoke. "blowjobs make my mouth sore but I still do those don't I?"
For once, a very uncommon thing happened. The boy was silenced! Nothing else to say and no words to speak, everything he had once thought about retorting to you had been thrown out the window.
"Right," he allowed a laugh to slip from himself and rolled his head back into the pillow, both his hands travelled down to your waist, his cold rings touching your bare side as he pulled you on top of him. "Normally I enjoy the taste of you, but not when you've been on the floor and squished into my shoe."
You sighed and pursed your lips together, your hands playing with one another as you paid attention to your nails, the faint face of Mattheo showing through your vision.
Suddenly you jumped up with a new found excitement, your boyfriend wincing as you threw yourself onto his lower stomach. "I could be your toothbrush!"
"Jesus christ."
Small but a ball
adiós!
