Jenna Ortega Imagines ✔️

Sweet

Y/N's POV:

She was sweet. Cairo Sweet. Everything about her intoxicating: from her smell, to the way her hair looked, the way she dressed, her freckles, her words and the way she said them, her smile, and her eyes. I knew she was probably fooling around with a lot of other people. But I wanted her, and I didn't care what she did as long as she had her fun with me.

Cairo's head rested on top of mine since my head laid on her shoulder — we were both doodling away in our journals. Only Cairo focused on writing some sort of story that I've asked a million questions about and every time, she gives me the answer of "you'll see when it's finished" and since it's not finished yet, I obviously haven't seen it.

I was drawing a nice and detailed sketch of a black widow spider. I used my thumb to smudge a little of the pencil lines to really bring my drawing to life. I could feel eyes on me — I didn't need to look to know it was Cairo who was staring at me — her fingers slowly danced over my clothed thigh, it made me nervous but all she eventually did was rest her hand on there, giving it a gentle squeeze as we relaxed further into each other.

I looked up at her when I finished my drawing. "What do you think?" I asked her in a nervous tone.

She hummed for a moment as she eyed the sketch. "It looks..." She hesitated for a moment which made me nervous and suddenly a little ashamed with my creat toon. A wide smile soon etched across her face. "It looks amazing, babe." She winked at me in a soft tone.

I blushed uncontrollably and buried my face in her shoulder to hide my red face. Cairo's giggles filled my ears; oh, it was such a sweet sound. "T-Thank you." I stuttered out and removed my head to look up at her. She smiled sweetly down at me, thank god she didn't read me about my blush like she usually does.

I soon found myself stretched out on her lap, my face rested on her thigh as she rubbed my back under my shirt. Her other hand ran through my hair, sometimes twirling it or just playing with it in general. I felt at peace and comfortable with the mysterious girl.

"I'm going to bathroom, I'll be right back." Cairo kissed the spot behind my ear as I moved off her lap so she could leave. I watched her leave with a dopey grin on my face and a blush coating my entire face. I sighed happily and looked over on the nightstand where her journal was. I would never look through to see what the story she was writing about was, but I was able to see the title.

The love I feel for Y/N

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A/N:
Got this amazing jersey at Spencer's bcuz who doesn't love Spencer's?