Opposites Attract

Awkwaarrrddddd!

"Soo...what do you want?", Bryce asked, turning to face me.

I shrugged. "I don't know. What do you wanna make?"

He leaned against the counter and stared at me. I sat at the table and waited for him to answer.

"You want Italian or Mexican?", He asked.

I looked at the table and frowned.

Ugh! I can't decide! I love both!

"Mmmmm, I guess...Mexican. No! Italian! No! Mexican!"

He raised his eyebrow. "Sooo, Mexican?"

I nodded and took out my phone. I got on Instagram and started scrolling through my feed. Then, I went to my profile and looked at the last picture I took.

It got 875 likes.

Wow...

"Damn..."

I jumped.

What the funk?! Yes, I said "funk".

I looked up and saw Bryce leaning over the back of the chair and looking in my phone. His face was close to mine...

Awkwaarrrddddd!

"I didn't even see or hear you walk over here!", I exclaimed. He looked at me and smirked.

He took my phone and started scrolling through my pictures and frowned, then bit his lip...seductively?

"Wait! Don't go to my-"

I was interrupted by him widening his eyes and bringing his fist up to his mouth, biting his knuckle.

"Daammmmnnnnnn!"

"-private pictures." I sighed and put my head down on the table.

(Bryce's POV)

Krystianna put her head down on the table, her long, curly hair covering her face, shoulders, and back.

I kept scrolling through her private pictures. They were sexy as f**k! One of them was with her standing in front of a mirror with just a t-shirt and some black underwear on. Her hair was put up in a curly bun.

Another one was with her turned to the side and sitting on her knees in front of the same mirror. She had on some red lingerie and her hair was put to the other side, so it wasn't in the way when she took the picture.

It looked like she was archin' her back and poking her chest out, but I think that's just her natural shape.

Yeah, I really like that one...

"So, the good girl has a bad side, huh?", I teased. She looked up and glared at me.

She got up and tried to take her phone back, but I raised it in the air. I smirked. It's fun messin' with her height.

She glared at me again, then grabbed my shirt. She started pulling on it.

She jumped up and tugged on my shirt, then pulled herself up. Her eyes widened when she was about to fall back, but I grabbed her a** (not on purpose), making her gasp and blush. I ignored her and put my hand on her lower back, pulling her closer to me. I let go of her a** and held onto her thigh. I wrapped it around my waist.

She tried to get down, but for some reason, I didn't let go.

She looked up and we stared at each other for a couple of seconds. Kitten cleared her throat and looked down.

Awkwaarrrddddd!

I put her down and she snatched her phone from me.

Well, damn!