Slices

Ann

"Hey Rogan, do you remember that guy that bought my friend a bunch of drinks the other night?" Ann pulled her shirt back on and sat up in the tangle of red sheets.
Rogan traced his finger up and down Ann's leg. "Yeah, why?" He blinked slowly, looking up at Ann with a devilish smirk. He ran a hand through his ruffled black hair and exhaled loudly, folding his arms behind his head as he lay back. "You into him or something?" He flipped onto his stomach, resting his head in Ann's lap. "Don't tell me you're one of those girls." He said this with a devious smile plastered on his perfectly crafted face.

Arching an eyebrow, he parted his lips and reached his hands up, gently touching the sides of her face. He traced his finger along her jawline and stopped once it rested under her chin. He pulled her face down to meet his.

Ann's heart beat a mile a minute and sweat trickled down her face. Was it hot in here or what? "I just want to know." Ann said softly, looking sideways at his electric eyes. Every part of Ann told her this was an Fboy. A hardcore, down right sexy man that had gotten what he wanted and would disappear the next day... but gosh it had been a good night and his body was truly crafted by God himself.

"He said his name was Alexander." Rogan said before meeting her lips. Sparks flew, Ann had never felt this great in her entire life.

Rogan opened his eyes and drew back suddenly. He stared into Ann's eyes for a moment, then sat up quickly and threw aside the sheets as he hopped off the bed.

Ann's heart pounded in her chest and anxiety began to sing it's song once again. What had she done wrong? Everything had felt so good and the way their bodies fit together was like magic. The powerful feeling of exhileration when Rogan wildly stared into her eyes like a prowling Lion...

Rogan walked in a circle at the foot of the bed, Ann just sat, staring in confusion. "Rogan, d-did I do something to hurt you?" She stammered.

He glanced sideways, the smirk returning to his face. "No... " His deep husky voice crackled in the hot air. "You just.." He stared at the ceiling, exhaling loudly. "Dammnn girl, I haven't felt like this in years." Running his hands through his hair, he turned back to her and leaned toward her at the end of the bed.

Ann held her breath. What was going through his mind? He bit his lip and just that image sent chills down her spine.

"I really can't imagine feeling this... I don't know-" His face began to redden and his arms were tensing up.

A smile slipped up Ann's face. While earlier she would have described him as a Lion, he was looking more and more like a kitten.

"I just can't describe this feeling you give me... it's like ... you know.. I just met you and we were just hooking up for a night- but I want more of this."

Ann was getting mixed feelings. He wanted more of her body... that's what he was saying. She stiffened, quickly folding her legs over each other and unconsciously pulling her shirt down over her hips.

Rogan seemed to have picked up her altered mood, because his face drastically changed- almost pleading. "I want more of you! Everything about you! Your personality and all that! Damn girl I could just write a song about you." He shook his head, muttering something.

Ann extended a hand, "So what are you saying?" She was waiting for words. This was nerve wracking, but felt like the fourth of july- powerful and unexpected. Fireworks going off inside her head as each word rolled off his lips.

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

And the firework finale! The world seemed to go up another ten degrees and happiness spilled over the edge if her expectations. "Yes! God, why didn't you just ask me right away? That was so nerve wracking!"

He sat back on his feet, looking up from his place on the floor. "It's harder than it looks girl."

Ann wiped a tear off her cheek. "Mhmm." She kissed his head then laid on her stomach, gazing at him sitting on the floor looking like a giddy kitten.

"Phew, now that I got that off my chest, why'd you ask about that Alexander dude?"

"Riane didn't remember anything from when she was drunk and she wanted to know who the guy was. I'll text her later tonight."

"I don't think you can babe, guess you haven't been watching the news. She was snatched up by some Dick head and her phone was found shattered and all over the road."

"What!?" Ann's voice cracked.