I massage my temples. This English paper is kicking my ass. Its like every time I finish a page, my head starts pounding. Only two more I tell myself.
"Break time," I hear Charles whisper in my ear. I'm in his arms and he lift me from my chair.
"I only have two more!" I whine, hiding my enthusiasm of me in his arms.
"I know," he says. "But by the time your finished, imma have to head off to work." We enter our bedroom and he tosses me on the bed.
"Wow. Your such a gentlemen," I sarcastically state.
He closes the door and crawls over to me. " Your the one that said you liked it rough."
I blush. "You do know we're not at my Dads house anymore. The door doesn't have to be closed."
He lays in between my legs and I look up at his gorgeous face. "Even when we were there, I never closed it. You did." I roll my eyes at him. We both know how it was sneaking in and out of our houses just to see each other. Most times we were lucky if our parents ever left the house. Even though his mother adored me and thought I was perfect for him, my Dad hated everything about Charles from the coloring in his hair to the piercing in his lip. And that's not mentioning the amount of fights he been in at school. I just hope he keeps his promise.
I grab his face and kisses him. "You know I love you right?"
He growls but kisses me back. "Would you stop saying that??"
"I like how you get uncomfortable when I say it." I brush his hair back and he ducks his head in embarrassment.
"Shut up and kiss me."
And I did.
