Wilder

14.

"You look cute in my shirt", I whispered into his ear, seeing chills erupt across his skin and chuckling when he nervously got up.

"Don't you mean to say I look handsome?", he sassed, the thin fabric swallowing his skinny built, falling off one shoulder and making me want to cuddle.

"Of course", I gave him a smirk, "Like a girl in woman's clothes"

An offended gasp came, before a pillow hit me across the face with a lot more force than a girl could have mustered.

"How dare you?", hands pressed against my chest, bony fingers feeling cold against my arms and wrestling me down.

"It's not my fault you're so big, Cas", Wilder said in a slightly annoyed tone, and I smiled at the way sunlight reflected in his hair. It was such an ordinary color, but also something mesmerizing. I suppose everything about a person becomes compelling after you come to be afraid of losing them.

"Hmmm", I raked my eyes against his figure, glancing at his legs on both sides of my hips with far too much interest, "You know, I love this position"

"Wha..?", he frowned, confused and caught off guard, and his grip on my arms loosened as he looked around. An "Umph", was all that came from him when I flipped our positions over a second later.

"Come on, let's get some breakfast", I dragged him off the sheets and onto the floor, making him stand up and give me an irritated look.

"Sometimes, you are far too cheerful"

"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day", I lectured and only earned a sneer in return. And one that would make a queen Bee of any high school quiver in submission, above all.

"I'm not hungry"

"Well, you're gonna eat unless you want me to feed you", I threatened, and by the look he gave me I seriously got scared that he might bite my arm off, "Come on, pancakes are awesome"

"Fuck you, Cas"