The Bad Boy Calls Me Love

17. Confessions, Confessions, and More Confessions.

"Don't you dare touch my underwear again, or I swear to god I will murder you." I narrow my eyes.

This morning, I was woken up with an unpleasant surprise. Ryder decided it would be hilarious if he took my underwear out of my drawer, including my lingerie, and tease me about it all morning. It took me four whole hours to get it back. I screamed and screamed and I chased him onto the edge of the Earth until he finally gave it back.

Okay, maybe I was overexaggerating, but that's not the point.

Ryder stole my underwear, that's the point.

I glare at Ryder, angerily shoving my underwear back into its proper place.

"Hey, it's not my fault you have such sexy-"

"You will not talk like that towards me, or about me, Ryder Alexander." I shove the last piece of clothing back into the drawer and very unhesitantly make my way towards him.

He holds his hands up in defense and takes steps backwards, all the way until he's up against the wall. I smirk in smug, satisfaction before I'm only a few cenimeters away.

He stares at me with wide, cautious eyes. My smirk widens with his fear and pull his face closer to mine by the back of his head. I run my hands through his hair while I stare into his eyes.

His eyes darken and he looks down towards my lips as I lick them. I pull his face closer, and instead of kissing his soft lips, I pull my head towards his ear.

"I'm your Good Girl, remember?" I whisper, while kissing his ear before fully pulling back and make my way out of my room.

I smirk in satisfaction that it took him a couple minutes for him to compose himself before walking down after me.

"What was that for?" Ryder groans.

I almost bust out laughing at his pouting face and desperation.

Almost.

I look at him with a blank face and raise an eyebrow, "Why did you steal my underwear?" I shot back.

"Touché" he mumbled.

I walk towards the kitchen and look for something to eat. I soon enough give up and settle for just doing the dishes to get rid of my bored state.

I squeak in surprise when I feel two strong arms pull me towards their back and move my hair aside so their lips can graze my neck.

"Ryder," I hissed.

I tried to swat him away, but he doesn't budge. Instead, he presses me towards him more. I give up, and instead, give in to his touch.

He starts to kiss my neck, and his hands make their way up my shirt. His hands settle on my hips, touching my skin with his hands. I relax into his arms and hum in satisfaction.

His hands fully wrap around my waist, latching his hands together. His thumbs rub circles on my stomach, while he continues to explore my neck a little longer.

I drop the dish in my hand and whip myself around when he bites down on my neck, hard. I'm ready to narrow my eyes, but when I see his dark green eyes-almost black-I scoot back a little.

My back hits the kitchen counter of the sink as he unlatches his arms from my waist and down to my hips. He leans in a little closer, until our noses touch.

He stares at me intently. His eyes go completely black as I stare into them more. The midnight sky would be jealous of his eyes.

His grip on my hips tighten as he closes the space between us.