Raining on the Bad Boy

Ignorant People

#1 draft published 14/10/16

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Beatrice's POV

You know in cheesy sitcoms or movies where the main character says, "pinch me" and their 'witty' best friend does? I had always looked at those with incredulity, but now?... I kind of got it.

Every now and then I would reach to pinch myself, checking that I wasn't having the most perfect dream of my life. Every time I came out with the resounding result that, this was actually my life now.

I have always been a happy person, but right now, I found it impossible to articulate, even to myself, how happy I was.

In my brain I now referred to this as 'The Warren Effect', which was rather fitting.

It was a Monday morning and I remember the first Monday that I had met Warren. Who would have guessed that the ass that ran into me in the corridor would turn out to be my first, and preferably only, love? Well, probably everyone that has ever read a cringey teen romance novel.

I pull up to my welcoming school smoothly and lean across to pull out my bag. When getting out of my car the warm scent of a familiar cologne covers me and send my senses into overdrive.

I turn around while closing my door and find my sexy man looking down at me. The sun is blaring behind him, making his silhouette look angelic.

Due to instincts that I was unaware that I had, I smirk mischievously before putting space between our close proximity and strolling away slowly, "I barely even recognised you with clothes on, Mr Mason."

An unexpectedly high pitched squeal escapes my lips when Warren's cold hands slips around my waist to clamp against me on my stomach and he rests his chin on my shoulder.

"Well, if you need reminding, you can undress me anytime you want," he speaks huskily, immediately bringing back flashing memories of our sensual night together.

He moves his hands so that they're firmly on my waist, his fingers slightly brushing the bare bit of skin between my jeans and my shirt, and then he spins me around firmly so I'm looking up at him.

I am caught off guard, not only by the sudden movement but also, just by his face.

Warren is gracing me with a wide, boyish grin and I feel like his teeth are about to glint in the light. The peeking sun is casting a heavenly glow over his tawny skin and his partially-squinted eyes seem to exude warmth and familiarity.

Absently, I smile goofily up at him.

"I assume you would like that then?" Warren drawls while his grin turns to his signature smirk.

I entwine both of my hands with his, giving in to the urges, and I go onto my tip toes, leaning close to his face, reclining my head back to see him.

"I would like that very much, but preferably not on school grounds," I purr, he chuckles and closes the space between us, pressing a lingering kiss to my lips.

Smiling throughout our kisses has become a habit of mine. I don't think it hinders the pleasure, but it often means they're cut short much to our disappointment. You can't blame me though, when you've got the warmth of an absolute God's mouth against your lips it's hard to express your happiness.