Fake Dating the Bad Boy

Chapter 18 - Not the Ticket Girl Again

My breath hitched as I stared at Coles mischievous smirk. He was so... bad.  I love bad boys.

I tensed slightly as Cole leaned in even closer, our lips a few millimetres away.
I suddenly felt butterflies in my stomach and my chest tightened as my eyes quickly darted from Coles lips to his eyes, his engaging eyes which now looked more green than blue.

Before I knew it, Coles lips were soft against mine. I felt a buzz of excitement inside of me as our lips moved slowly in sync with each other. Even though Coles lips were against mine, I just knew that he was smirking. A quick breath left my mouth as Cole pulled away slightly before he leaned back in and pressed his warm lips against mine, with more force this time. I smiled as Cole left his lips on mine for a few seconds before he pulled away.
I quickly looked down at the floor as I grinned, I didn't want Cole to know how happy I was, it would only make his ego bigger. I've never had such a buzz whilst kissing someone, not even Aaron.
Cole is a way better kisser than Aaron.

'Well.' Cole said clearly, his voice husky.

'You're a such a shit kisser.' I lied, as I looked back up at Coles face, who was now smiling, something I didn't see him doing very often.

'You and I both know that's a lie.' He smirked as he bent down and tied up his ice skate laces.

I smiled to myself as I stared at Cole who was looking down at his skates. How can someone be so hot?
His hair was in messy curly quiff, making it seem like he had just woke up without doing his hair. But, I know for a fact he definitely did his hair, he took 15 minutes to get it just right, the time was worth it though, it gave him the whole bad boy look. He was wearing his tight, light grey joggers, which if I haven't mentioned before, tight joggers on boys are a turn on for me. He was wearing the dark grey adidas jumper that he let me wear a few days ago, with a black Superdry coat over the top of it. The coat suited him perfectly, he looked so buff in it.

'You ready, Valentine?' Cole asked as he jumped up off the bench, thankfully not hearing what I said.

'Valentine? Are you being serious?' I frowned as I also jumped up to stand next to him.

'What?' Cole smirked as he grabbed my hand, making me coo inside, Cole has never grabbed my hand. Yes, this simple move has made me think Cole is cute. I guess I am 'so easy' to please.

'Just call me Liv, for Gods sake.' I sniggered slightly as we waddled towards the ice skating rink gate.

'Fine. Fine. I just wanted to call you something that no one else calls you.' Cole dramatically scoffed.

'You call me princess most times, you dickhead.' I laughed.

'Yeah but only because you're my fake girlfriend, don't call me a dickhead you mongo.' He stated clearly, although I couldn't tell if he was joking or not.

'Well, yeah.. I.. I know that, just call me Liv when we're on our own then, like you've been doing.' I stuttered as we finally got to the gate.

'Right, Liv. Let's go.' Cole smirked his usual smirk as he opened the gate and held onto it tightly as he stomped onto the ice, wobbling slightly as he did so.

I laughed slightly as Cole stumbled before he quickly held on to the side of the rink, balancing him up.

'Yeah, laugh it up, you won't be laughing when you get on here and fall.' Cole called over to me.