{°Highest rank: #4 in Goodgirlbadboy, #14 in yaromance°}
Catalina Rose grew up in a one horse we town, same people, same rumors. Her been a constant of expected happenings. Until Dravon Century takes a liking in her. Growing up in a small town wher...
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Catalina's POV The door to Tori's house opens and Draven comes out. He gives me a remorseful look as of what Tori did was his fault. "I'm sorry that. I talked to her about it and she knows-" "She knows about us?" I ask, my heart starting to pound. He shakes his head, taking my hand and leads me farther down the hall. "Its just that I felt a little insecure when she was touching you and I know that maybe I shouldn't." He tilts my chin up, so I'm looking at him. "Your who I want. Going through all that trouble to get you wouldn't be worth it if I wasn't," he says. I blush. "And your cute when your possessive." I chuckle. "I'm not possessive," I say. He cocks a brow. "It's too early in the relationship to be possessive. At least that how I feel. You on the other hand-" "I'm possessive as hell and am not afraid to own up to it," he says as he traps me against the wall with his arms; my eyes roam the flexing muscles in them. "Come home with me." I search his eyes. "I don't know if that would be a good ides," I say. He bites down on his lip and nods. "Never mind. Let's go." This relationship shouldn't be a complete secret. I'm not ashamed to be seen with him, but I am scared of what people will think. When we get outside the apartment complex, we run into Nicky and Ray. My breath hitches. They stop in front of us. "Cata," Ray says with a smirk. "Ray," I say, my hands shaking in fear. Draven grips my hand and squeezes it. I don't know if its for me or him, but either way I don't care. "How've you been?" I ask Nicky. She gives me a mean smile. "Great, thank you. It seems like your doing good too," she says, looking at Draven and minds hands. I don't met go. "Yeah," I say. Ray and Draven glare at each other. "We have to get going. It was great seeing you though," I say. I pull Draven along with me. He leads me over to his truck and opens the door for me. I get in and put the seat belt on. My knees are still shaking. He gets in and looks over at me. "Are you okay?" He asks. I nod slowly, not sure if that's the truth or not. Everytime I see him I'm sent back to the nights he's used me. "Your know she's pregnant with his baby? I'm such a fool," I say. He turns on the truck and leans over, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth. "I've got you babe." ×××××××× "How'd you learn how to cook?" I find myself asking Draven as he opens a bag of broccoli. He turns to looks at me as I walk over. "Other than working in the kitchen in prison, my mom taught me. She always told me that I shouldn't expect the women to do everything in the relationship, so she taught me to cook and other things." I look up him with a smile. He looks back with a shy grin. Leaving up, I kiss him. I open my eyes for a second to see his are close and his brows are drawn together. He picks me up and sets me on the counter, knowing a few pieces of broccoli on the floor. My hands slip under his shirt, feeling his hit skin. Still holding me, my legs around his around his waist, he carries me into his bedroom. It's very neat and kind of plane. "What about the food?" I ask. He grins. "I'll make it in a few minutes," he says, taking my cover up off, revealing my navy blue tank top. He presses his warm lips to my shoulder. I relax against the bed, enjoying the feeling of his body weighing down on mine. I begin lifting his shirt up. He takes it off in one swift motion, exposing his muscular top half. My eyes scam over his tattooed arms. Our eyes lock. "Your very beautiful," he says as he kisses me again softly. I deepen the kiss, my hands going to his back. His hands go down my sides until they reach my waist. ××××××× Draven's POV She always looks beautiful, but there's something about her right now that makes her so much more than that. She let's out a moan of pleasure as I bite down on her lip. She sits up and takes her tank top off, letting me see her strapless purple bra. I don't bother to look for long for her sake; anyone else I would have made a comment or something. Surprising me, she attempts to turn us over. I stay firmly in place. "I'm not done with you," I say. Her eyes show lust, but their also nervous. I have to remember she isn't used to this type of behavior. Moving down her body, I kiss and suck on her stomach, leaving marls as a pathway. I look up at her through my lashes. "Not yet," she says, knowing what I was going to suggest. I move back up and leave hickey's on her collarbone. I keep her hands pinned above her head as I grind against her. A sigh escapes her pretty little mouth. "Say my name, baby girl," I say against her neck. My goal is to make her go bad and forget all those bible verses that she's learned. She presses her lips to my bicep. "Say it," I repeat. "Draven," she moans against my skin. "C-can we stop?" She asks. I nod and sits up, still straddling her. "I want to do that, but I can't yet. Please try to und-" "Its okay. I'll wait," I tell her. She sits up, her hands resting on my shoulders. "I think we should tell Tori about least about this." She nods slowly. "Okay." I kiss her forehead and stand up. "You look good in my bed."
