I Choose That Bad Boy

Chapter Ten

We had a really splendid time at the beach last night. Note the sarcasm. After I got dumped into the water by Brenny, I pretended to let it pass.

However, deep in my heart, I was already planning a suprise attack on him.

Ha! Take that, My Bad boy.

No. No, I meant Mr Bad boy.

He's not mine.

The best thing is, I already have a perfect master-plan in my mind. I smirked evilly at that thought and tried to wriggle out of Brenny's iron grasp on my waist.

Since we only had two rooms in the beach house, I ended up having to share a room with Brenny after a freaking two hour long argument with the rest.

Mel and Paul insisted that they wanted to spend more time together and took the other room. They locked the door up after that, leaving me with no choice but to share the other room with Brenny.

I wasn't that heartless to let him sleep on the couch in the living room.

However, I did try all ways and means that I could come up with to barge into their room and share it with Mel, but they simply ignored me. And my continuous loud banging on their door.

I tried using a bobby pin to unlock the door but that damn knob just wouldn't cooperate with me and bulge. I decided to give up after around 15 minutes of trying, and let the couple continue to do God knows what inside.

If given a choice, I wouldn't want to know what they were doing though. I guess it wasn't PG.

So... That explains why I ended up being squashed in between Brenny's muscular arms and his chest.

I must admit, it felt pretty comfortable though. Being wrapped up in his arms and burying my head in his hard chest, which was moving up and down in a slow, rhythmic way.

Just then, my bladder decided it was time to start messing with me.

I need to get out of his hold now before I cannot control myself any further!

I took a brief look at his sleeping face. It was so adorable. He looked really peaceful and innocent when he's asleep and his soft snores sounded so sexy. His soft hair was partially covering his closed eyes. I had to fight the urge to not use my fingers to sweep it away.

Wait! Why did I even start studying his features?

Now is not the time to admire his pretty little face, Caitlyn!

You need to get to the loo now!

I tried pulling his hand away from me but it was to no avail.

He was too heavy.

I tried crawling out but it was no use either. As I've mentioned earlier, he weighed a ton.

Hmm. What else can I do? Think!

Then, I did the only thing I thought would be able to make him wake up from slumberland.

I pulled a few strands of my long hair together and used it to tickle his face.

No response.

I tried again, this time with a little more force.

No response.

After that, I did it on his nose instead of his cheeks and blew at his face too.

"Urg!"

It's working! Yesss! One point for Team Cait!

I brushed my hair on his nose and other parts of his face even more and faster, and blew even harder.