Carried Away

Well that happened

SEXUAL CONTENT WARNING : There's some sexual stuff in this chapter just so you know 

Sawyer's POV

I can't stop thinking about this girl. She's been driving me insane for the past two weeks. I've tried to visit her and each time she was with Jaylen. 

I think I hate Jaylen. We've meet a few times. He always came off as a player but I never really cared. Until now that is. Why is it that I don't want her with anyone but me? I don't even know this girl.

All I know is the way she makes me feel is fucking insane. There's no reason I feel so out of control when she's around. This shit doesn't happen to me. I'm always in control.

Not anymore I think as I watch her chew her pizza. She's definitely in control.

"Why are you staring at me?" Oh shit! Was I staring again? Of coarse I was. How can I not stare? 

She's gorgeous. Her brown skin is so clear. Her smile is bright and sincere.  Her wavy black hair looks amazing cascading down her back. 

She's biting that full bottom lip as she waits for my response. I've noticed that she does that when she's waiting. I don't think she's very patient. I think she bites her lip to keep from saying something out loud that she shouldn't say. 

"Sorry I zoned out."

"You seem to do that a lot." Only around you princess.

"Not really."

"So it's just me?" She's pouting now. Yes it definitely is you but I can't tell her that I'm daydreaming about fucking her. The poor girl would probably freak out if I told her what I was really thinking.

"Yeah, it's just I don't know that much about you. I'm not really sure what to say." I admit as her face slowly begins to light up.

"Lets play 21 questions." She suggests brightly. Looking at her excitement I couldn't pass up this opportunity even if I wanted to. 

"Ok. Who goes first?" 

"You first." she says a little to quickly. 

"What was your first impression of me?" I know we're supposed to be getting to know each other, but I need to know this. I look up at her to see that she's staring at the floor. Maybe I don't want to know what she thinks of me.

" That you look kinda like Andrew Garfield." she mutters like she's confessing to a crime. Who the fuck is Andrew Garfield? 

"Who?" I ask confusion and frustration clear in my voice. She takes a second to look at me. My tone probably confused her. 

"He plays Spiderman in the amazing spiderman." She states like its the most obvious thing in the world.

"Don't compare me to him." I hate superheros. The comics and movies are terrible and they're completely unrealistic.

"Ok Andrew.. I mean Sawyer" She had to do  that on purpose. I know she did and it was adorable. 

"Don't call me that again" I growl playfully and pin her hands over her head and onto the bed. She looks up at me in surprise which quickly turns to something else. Is that desire?

She shifts underneath me. I'm about to move before I realize she has strategically placed me in between her legs. 

Fuck. I never want to leave this spot. Those lips I've been thinking about have been taunting me since I've gotten here. I can't help it I have to kiss her. 

I know I don't know her or anything about her, but I need this. I could be wrong but she seems to need this just as much as I do. 

She's staring up at me looking innocent but so fucking sexy.