"Jameson, knock that off. You're distracting me, very heavily, I must say." I slap his hand away as he reaches for a strand of my hair. He smirks but pulls his fingers back, grabbing my hand instead.
I look up from my textbook, his face cast in golden lamp light as he shifts closer, other hand teasing my jaw line gently, thumb running along my skin.
I'm supposed to be studying for my history test and I knew it was a terrible idea to let Jameson come with me. We always end up getting distracted.
I set my book down slowly, our eyes never breaking contact.
Jameson's head tilts as he brings his lips closer to mine. My hands thread through his hair, finding his scalp warm. My mind and body are disconnected, revolving around different orbits, thinking different things-
"Why so nervous, Heiress?" Jameson murmurs as his mouth teases to touch mine. He can't be more than an inch away from my lips, though it feels like a galaxy until he'll kiss me.
"Why are you thinking of how I'm feeling rather than what I taste like?" I whisper, lips tugging upwards. Jameson's eyes trickle down my face as he takes in my every feature.
I stop breathing.
"I'm thinking about how hot you'll look once I'm done with you, how much I'll savor your sweetness, Heiress." Jameson moves in closer and I think I can feel my heart stop beating altogether. Our mouths brush, ever so slightly. He's teasing me, practically making me beg for more.
"I'm going to make sure you remember this." Jameson grins.
"You say that every time." I point out to him, feeling his jawline. He chuckles and shrugs.
"Well this time I mean it."
