"Will you just shut up and kiss me?" Izabel asked, even though she knew she didn't need to ask Malec,her boyfriend, for a kiss.
Malec looked down at her lips and back to her eyes. He could easily get lost in her eyes. They were a very gorgeous color. Golden brown. He believed that her eyes matched his silver blue eyes perfectly.
Malec grabbed his girlfriend by the waist and pulled her to him. Her cold hands landed gently on his chest.
The two of them stared deeply into each other's eyes. Izabel loved Malec but not as much as he loved her.
Izabel's arms were wrapped around Malec's neck. His hands were pressed firmly on her back. He wanted her to be closer. He wanted to be one with her, but he knew that wasn't possible.
"Malec," Izabel whispered. Her breath was warm when it hit Malec's face. She looked away from him. "You know I love you, right?"
Malec removed his hands from her back and used them to cup her face. She looked at him then.
"Iz, I know you love me. I see the way you look at me. You can't fake that. And know this," Malec brought his face to hers. Their noses were slightly touching. "I really love you."
Malec pressed his lips on hers. Izabel, as she always did, gasped. Malec smiled. He knew that they were meant for one another. He knew that they loved each other.
Malec opened her mouth with his.
"Ew!" Clare, Izabel's sister, gagged."Get a hotel room!"
Izabel growled quietly and pulled away. She turned to face her sister with a glare.
Clare was wearing, what Malec calls the casual Clare outfit: A short sky blue dress, that only went mid thigh, and gladiator-looking sandals. She had naturally wavy brown hair so she only had to brush it. Her hair went passed her shoulders, it matched her eyes, which were also brown, perfectly. Clare had olive colored skin. Most guys would've preferred Clare over her sister, but they didn't know Izabel like Malec did.
"What are you looking at, drizzlebrain?" Clare asked her sister.
Clare had always been jealous of Izabel.
Clare turned and looked at Malec. "Hey there, Malec. I don't understand you sometimes."
Both of them looked at me then. Izabel's eyes were wide.
"Whats there to understand?"
Clare seemed dumbfounded. She looked down and mumbled something to herself, that sounded like "Wel, then."
