"Come right on me. I mean camaraderie.
Said you're not in my time zone but you wanna be.
Where art thou? Why not uponeth me?
See it in my mind, let's fulfill the prophecy."Bed Chem by Sabrina Carpenter.
MINORS GO AWAY!!!!!!!!!!I mean it. Leave.
C'mon go away, just read the last final lines of before the " —————— " shows up.
"What are you doing?" I ask, my feet tapping the ground as my arms are crossed, sternly looking at the man in front of my cabin.
"Putting our luggage in our cabin," he replies smoothly, grinning as he opens the door to it. I sigh, shaking my head. "Rafe, you're not staying in the sabe cabin as I am." I tell him, "you have your own, you know."
"I'm aware, yes." He answers, bringing mine and his suitcase inside my cabin. "Rafe." My tone is more alarming now. I trail after him and close the door behind me.
Inside is cozy, the cabin is made off trunk of wood and it's very rustic inside. There's a bathroom and a refrigerator, there's TV, candles.. uh, the bed is big, a king sized one.
But that's not what I focused on, the fact that there's petals, a basket and red cushions is what caught my side.
And then it fell back in.
Rafe did the check in.
"Rafe" My smile spreads on my face even though I try really hard to mantain a serious face. We are not here to have sex. We are here to enjoy.. which.. could lead to sex, yes but—
"Yes?" He sweetly grins at me, putting down the lugagges. "Did you do this?" I ask, eyeing the candled room.
"Perhaps, if you'd want" He shrugs, trying to keep the 'bad boy' facade and leans on the TV desk.
I lick my lips and smile greatly, basically skipping my way up to him as I stand on my tip toes, kissing his lips lightly.
"You did this." I state, still smiling while I place various kisses all over his face. "What, you wanted our first time to be special?" I say, almsot mocking him, but I certainly find it adorable. Would've never thought that of Rafe.
"Okay, I'm leaving" He says, shaking his head. I can almost see his thoughts, screaming at him how much of an idiot he was.
But he wasn't. Not at all, actually.
"Rafe" I call him, and he stops, dropping his head back and then turning to me. "I loved it, this is very cute" I tell him honestly, walking up to him.
"Don't feel pressured." Is what he says, locking his eyes with mine.
"I'm not."
"Good" He replies, his confident walls building right back up.
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I Love to Hate you
Romance-- "You think you're so tough hm?" He says, getting closer to me. Both of our eyes lustful, deep and glued to each other's. "I am" I certify the one standing in front of me, our proximity making me nervous, but I'm refusing to show any signs of it...