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I run on the soccer field kicking the soccer ball.
"Bark"
I laugh as Airabell tries to bite the ball away from me.
While I'm looking down I slam into something and loose my balance, I grab at the object to balance myself, but with my luck I fall backward and take the object with me, and the object falls on me.
I hear a soft laugh, and it's the laugh I love the most, "miss me?"
"Get off of me, Christian," I mumble, looking into his chocolate brown eyes.
"No thanks," he smiles cheekily, "I like this position."
Ariabell runs over and bark at Christian, another dog comes running and joins in the barks.
I groan, this is gonna give me a headache.
"Airabell!"
"Scout!"
Christian and I say our dogs names at the same time.
I look back at Christian, "so are you gonna get off of me, or what?" I ask him.
"I'm gonna go with or what, because I'm not moving," he smirks at me.
"Fine," I give him a sickly sweet smile, "have it your way."
He smiles triumphantly, until I catch him off guard and roll over so I'm on top of him.
"I am also okay with this," he smiles.
I roll me eyes at his flirting, I lean down teasingly and kiss him on the cheek.
He shivers, I never thought that I would have an effect on such an amazing guy.
"You," he says flipping us over so I'm under him once again, I let out a small squeal, he chuckles,then he finishes his sentence, "are such a tease."
"But," I say sheepishly, "you like me anyway."
His smile dims for a second, "that's right, gorgeous, but the feeling is mutual and you know it."
"I guess," I laugh, I open my mouth to talk again, but he leans down and kisses me.
He holds himself up with one of his forearms that is positioned on the right side of my head, and his left hand is on my waist.
I run my hands through his hair, and up and down his back, I tug on his hair, and a deep moan escapes from the back of his throat.
"Get a room."
Christian pulls away and gets off of me as Treyson walks over to us, with a mischievous smile playing across his lips.
"Not a word to Tyson," I demand my brother, "or so help me got I will make your life a living hell."
"Fine, I won't," he says, his eyes wide, "you are a scary little girl, you know that?"
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