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COMMON HIGHLANDS

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We stared at one another for a few moments. What was he thinking? I've always wished that I could read his beautiful mind.

Whenever I think the worst, it's always the opposite coming from British. He gently pushed me beside him and grabbed my legs. He rubbed them softly before removing a pump from my foot. He did the same with the other while I wiggled my toes to force a smile out of him.

It somewhat worked. His expression was worrisome.

"I was going to leave."

"I don't want you to...obviously." He says dryly, then he looks over at me. I stay silent while eyeing him down. He stands up and walks into his bedroom.

When he walks back out, he's holding a shirt.

"I like your dress, but can you put this on?" His smile is soft. I stand up and walk towards him with a smirk on my face. As I grab the shirt out of his hands, he locks his fingers with mine.

"Can you not!" I say while laugh rolls out. After I realize that I'm laughing after yelling and crying I've realized that I still love this guy.

British.

"I can't help it." He says, and he removes his hands from mines and unbuttons the first button on the top of my dress. Questioning him with my glare along with a flirty-shy-like smile, he glared back at me while unbuttoning the second button.

"I've got it." He says and continuous to unbutton my dress completely, and remove it. He then pulled the shirt over my head and watched me push my arms through the sleeves. British pulled the shirt down my back and waist, and took my dress to place it across a table chair. Then when he walked back over to me, he swiftly and grabbed me while falling back onto the sofa.

A small scream released from a laugh I let out as my arms wrapped around his neck. As he landed on the cushion he pressed the small of my back firmly. I nuzzled my face into his neck area for he smelled like every bit of curve cologne.

This was us in the middle.

This is us now.

British caressed the my body softly along with stroking my hair until I fell asleep.

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