Alex kissed my neck again. I didn't react, all I did was smirk. "I'm pretty good at this game," I commented. An hour ago, Alex made up this game. He would kiss me, touch me, blah, blah, and if I make any sound, like moan or something, then I would lose. If I don't make a sound for three hours straight, then I win. It's so stupid, I don't even know why I said yes. I mean, I didn't. He just went on with the game without an answer.
"I don't know," Alex replied, running his hand over my waist. "I haven't gone my hardest yet."
"For the past hour, you seriously haven't gone your hardest?"
"Yeah." He took off his shirt. I rolled my eyes.
"Have you been going to the gym?"
"Yeah, I have. Do you like my six pack?" He grinned, patting his stomach.
"No. But I'll get use to it."
He leaned in close to my face. "You'll have to." He ran his hand down my arm.
I didn't flinch. "Seriously? Do you think I'm gonna give in to that? I don't even make any sound when you touch me or kiss me."
"Uh, yeah you do."
"Prove it."
"You asked for it." He pulled my legs backwards, so that I was laying down. I put my hands behind my head. Then he leaned on top of me. He ran his lips down my neck and onto my chest. I rolled my eyes again.
"This is stupid. Why can't we do something else? I mean all you do is kiss me."
"That's because you don't kiss me."
"That's because I don't want to. Do you want me to?"
"Maybe."
I leaned up and slowly kissed his lips. I heard him do a slight moan. I smirked.
"Ha!! I win!! Ha ha!!" I exclaimed, pushing him.
He scowled. "It wasn't your turn!"
"Like I even had one!! You made a noise! Ha! I win! You lose!"
He rolled his eyes. "I still have an hour and a half. So that didn't count."
"It counted for me. But, it's still counts."
"No it didn't!"
"Yes it did!" I sat up. "You might not think it did, but it did!"
"Fine. It did." He put his hand on my cheek. I raised an eyebrow. Then he leaned close into my face. "I love you." Then, suddenly, his hand shot to my neck and began to tickle my neck. I giggled and pushed him off as he laughed. He fell onto the mattress and I began to tickle him.
He laughed and kicked. Then I heard a whizzing sound. I turned and stopped tickling him.
"What was that?" Alex asked, following my gaze.
An arrow. It's head in the ground and the fletching had a paper attached to it. I stood up and looked out the window. I saw a figure, on the rooftop walk down the other side of the roof and disappear. They had a bow and a quiver full of arrows. They must've sent this. I turned to the arrow.
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From a Criminal Family
ActionAveline had a nice family. Or at least use to. When she was little, she already knew that her family were criminals. They trained her into a criminal too. Then when she was little, her father killed her family, leaving her to run away. She was saved...