The boy I like

07

Maya 

I really wanted this. All of this. For a long, very long time. I bite his lips and he groans. He picks me up and wraps my legs around his hips. Fuck Maya. You feel so perfect. 

I grin and he smacks his lips back to mine as he demands for entrance. I part my lips and let him in entangling his tongue in mine. 

I let out a moan. I've waited so long and it finally feels so good and divine. 

We pull away from each other and he grins, fixing my hair with one hand and supporting me with the other. 

You are all I want too. You are all I ever wanted from the beginning and I never stopped wanting you since. I just didn't know you'd feel the same about me and thought you were way out of my league, always partying with your other friends and my sisters' friends. You were always around and my sister would never shut up about you. 

We laugh. 

Besides that, I'd always think you were never single because of how goddamn beautiful and perfect you'd look all the goddamn time. 

My cheeks turn a shade of pink but he still continues.

Your social media is public too so sometimes, my friends would view your stories and acknowledge your beauty and it took every inch of my body to not mess with their heads because we are not together. 

"Luke." His name came out huskier than necessary and he groans. Suddenly I feel something hard in between my legs. And then I look at him, alert in my eyes. 

Careful how you call me, mia cara. 

"Mia cara?" 

You forget I'd been trained in French and Italian. My dad knows a bit of French and my Mom, a little bit of Italian. So I had to learn both of them fluently. 

I chuckle. "Also, are you...?"

Yeah, I mean- He clears his throat. Yes. A shade of pink flushes his cheeks up to his ears. 

I stroke my fingers in the strands of his hair. He whimpers. 

You are not helping, mi amor. 

"Isn't that Spanish?"

I learned a little along the way. Figured, why not as well learn Español when I have mastered French and Italian? 

"Have you mastered their cuisines as well?" I ask quite surprised. 

Maybe.

"You should make lasagaña sometime!" I squeal in excitement. 

He laughs and my heart melts. How can someone's laugh fill the entire room?

Of course, anything for you, mi mariposita.

He untangles me from his hips and brings me to the floor. You are so perfect, Maya. His hands roam on my waist. You should know I am a very dangerous man, my beautiful. His voice turns deep and sends shivers down my spine. 

I am only a year older than you but I am capable of beating people up and fucking with them if they touch what's mine. Let alone look at your direction. I know how men think because I too have very dangerous thoughts of you and I cannot promise you love like the movies. 

You are all I want and I will be sure of it in every way possible. I am not letting you go once I lay my hands on you, my love. 

I plant a quick kiss on his lips. "Don't worry. I'm not planning to let go of you too."