Saviors (Completed)

26. Writing Is The Easy Part

My shoulders hung as low as my head when I made my way up the stairs. Anthony was probably wondering where the hell I was while searching through my room like some creep.

I slipped through the door and glanced around the room until my eyes landed on Anthony, who stood leaned over my computer, reading something with his hands on the keyboard.

What?

"What are you doing?" I asked, storming towards him.

He glanced up, his eyes a little widened, but otherwise, a relaxed expression was displayed as he smiled. "Just reading your story. It sure seems sad," he said and ducked as I tried to lung out after him. 

"You idiot, you can't just read my personal things." I punched him weakly on the shoulder as he laughed. 

I went over to my computer and shut it down before he possible could read anymore. My blood slowly started boiling. How could he? 

I turned around to face him, my expression stern. "Get out!"

He frowned, before hiding his emotions again. "Sorry Princess, but no." He threw himself on my bed, finding his phone in his pants and scrolling through it slowly. 

"I mean it! Get out!" I pointed at the door, slowly making my way towards him. 

He rolled his beautiful eyes before letting them met mine. "You know, I don't think you are angry right now I think you're embarrassed. Or maybe you're angry because you're embarrassed, I really don't know, but please do us both a favor and cool down. Anyway, me reading your work shouldn't make you embarrassed. I only read it, nothing special." He shrugged his shoulder and looked away. 

"I'm not embarrassed or angry, however, right now I think you should leave!"  

He shook his head. "Take a chill pill, Princess," he said and waved his hand in my direction. "Uh and if I didn't already tell you, your writing is good, where did you learn to write like that?" 

I sighed and sat down, my head went to the palm of my hands. "In school." 

"School?" 

"Yeah school, you know the thing  where you need to learn something." 

"I know what school is. In fact, I would claim to be better than you," he said proudly and smuggled into my blankets.

"What?" I scratched my head. Was he serious?

"You heard me. I Anthony Martinez think I am smarter than you Nina Watson and do you know why?"

In an instant, he raised from the bed and moved over to close the comfortable space between us. He moved his head closer to me, freezing me and making my heart pump faster and faster.

Our foreheads touched as he moved to place his lips on my neck, breathing out and letting the warm air crawl over my skin.

His lips brushed over my skin teasingly but still hot and demanding.

I wanted to pull away before it went too far, but I couldn't make myself do it. In that minty moment my senses were totally cut off and he was in control.

"Make a guess. Why am I smart?" he whispered slowly, saving each letter in the curves of my skin. My heart fluttered at his voice and I bit my lip.

I inhaled sharply. "I have no idea."

He smiled against my skin. "You want to know the answer?"

"Yes."

He leaned away to look into my eyes. His hand slowly laid on my right cheek and his thumb up and down.