THIS MEANS WAR

Chapter 23: (Badboy's POV) Aren't you supposed to be my best friend?

Nope, there's no chapter 22.

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TYTAN'S POV

"No!" Lexi's soft lips whispered holding her pillow closer to her chest.

I kissed her cheek and brushed my fingers against her skin.

I just lay there, staring at her like a creep.

My watch said it was six twenty seven a.m. my body had forgotten that sleep mattered.

I blame Lexi for that.

She looked adorable with that expression on her face and with the way she cuddled the pillow.

Her whole body was curled up into one pillow. And there was nothing more adorable than watching my baby girl snuggling into a pillow that way.

"Lexi." I ran my hand across her skin. She groaned in her sleep.

Her stomach was soft. Like a fucking marshmallow. Pillow-y.

"Baby girl." I whispered holding her closer to me.

I wanted to kiss her. I wanted her legs around my waist. I wanted her body on mine. Gosh she was beautiful.

Her skin was soft and delicate. So so soft. Gosh it was beautiful. She was beautiful.

I wanted to look at her naked body. Touch her imperfections. Hold her waist in my hands and squeeze it gently.

I looked at her gentle face glow in the golden sunlight.

My eyes fell on her lips. Sunlight had a way of making her lips look softer than ever. I wanted to kiss her, I wanted to bruise her lips with my own and make her tongue feel all of mine.

The idea of us being pressed against each other--almost made my heart race. Her fingers in my hair and mine pressing her waist gently. Her lips moaning my name. Murmuring incoherent words as pleasure raked her veins.

I wanted to hold her limp body and tuck her to sleep, her lips begging me not to leave.

I wanted to tell her that she was beautiful.

Fucking her wouldn't be enough. Not with Alexa Harrison. No, I wanted to be cheesy for her. I wanted to make love to her. Make her cry a little, just a little. Crying helps everything sink in.

Feel every inch of her.

Lexi was making me the person I was afraid of becoming. She was making me sick. Dependant on her.

She was all the cigarettes I wasn't smoking anymore.

I didn't need them when I had a drug so strong it could destroy me if it wanted to. Lexi.

I kissed the back of her neck and smoothed her hair gently.

I always knew how much I cared about her. Her smile meant the world to me. I guess I took my responsibility as her best friend very seriously. Best friends was easy--hell, everything had always been easy with Lexi. And even if it wasn't, I was willing to work for it. To make it work.

But this was different. This was Lexi and me. This was me falling for my best friend. This was probably the worst thing I've ever done to myself.

Because I understood what losing her would mean now and I understood how hard this was going to be?

"I'm so sorry." I whispered into her hair.

Her fingers found mine and she laced them together. A soft smile graced her lips. It was so gentle she could've been mistaken for an angel.