Hunter's POV
I had to kiss the beauty in front of me. Her soft, inviting pink lips were calling to me. And God, I sound like a freaking girl but I don't care. I don't know how to explain it, but it's like I can't live without this girl. Her innocent personality, shy approach. She's the good girl any bad boy would want. Especially me.
When I saw her almost stumble off the cliff, being her usual clumsy adorable self, panic surged through me and I reflexively saved her. I didn't even realize I did it until I said "be careful"
A crazy beating in my heart appeared every time I saw my little kitten. It's like it was just me and her in the world. She didn't even try hard. She just was herself, her shy and innocent adorable self that even I couldn't resist.
We wasn't all fake ass with pounds of makeup and hair extensions (cough cough Tiffany). And she didn't throw her self at me. In fact, she didn't even acknowledge me until I approached her.
She had me whipped without even doing anything.
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She pressed her back against my chest the entire remaining time we were on the cliff. I couldn't blame her, she did almost just fall to her death. The though made me clench my fists.This thought led to another thought; no male will be in a 4 foot radius of my Savvy.
Thinking of this made me tighten my already right arm around my kitten. I felt her tense up, not yet used to being held like this. And I wasn't used to a female not enjoying this. Although this time, I actually meant the protecting hold I was putting my partner in. Anything could happen, there are some crazy sick people out there, and I could bare the thought of them coming near Kitten.
We silently watched the sunset together, feels the warmth disappear and the Sky turn various shades of pink and orange.
A noticeable shiver ran through Savannah and her teeth clattered for less than a second, but it was an easily noticeable action.
I instinctively went to take off my sweat shirt and give it to her, but I realized i didn't have a sweat shirt, neither of us did. The chills ran through my arms too and just as I was about to tell her we were leaving, she relaxed into my body. Her breathing calmed down and I realized it;; she was asleep.
Mentally cursing myself for not leaving earlier, I carefully scooter or from behind her sleeping figure, taking the time to examine her facial features without her there to blush at me. But, her cheeks as she slept were naturally pink, reminding me that she always seemed to blush, which makes her absolutely adorable.
I scooped her almost weightless body into my arms and began descending the steep rocks, praying silently that I didn't take an unlucky step and send us by tumbling down the sharp rocks.
I safely made it to the bottom of the cliff, the soothing sound of rushing water hitting roc becoming more faint as I walked back down the path with my kitten in my arms.
She stirred, causing me to stop where I was. I didn't want her to freak out if she woke up. She settled back into a motionless sleep and I calmed down.
I finally reached the car and slid Savvy into the back seat, her curling against the opposite door as I slid into the drover's seat.
The sun was fully set by the time we reached back to Savannah's house. What scared me slightly was the scratches on the front door. I panicked and drove away, heading back to my house.
I pulled into the driveway and stopped the engine. I got out quietly and pulled Savvy or of the back seat, her groaning in response and turning on to her opposite side. I carried her gently into the house, locking the door behind me and quietly escalated the stairs. I reached my room and placed her softly in the bed.
I climbed in next to her.
Her calming sent helping me fall asleep better.
I wrapped a secure arm around her waist and we ended up in a spooning position.
Her body relaxed into mine and a breath of relief as caped my mouth. I had my kitten in my arms. The world was at its finest.
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I know it's short but its late and I have school tomorrow. Most of my chapters are over 1,000 words and this one barely reached 700😬
Goal::: 500 reads??????
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