The girl who was one of the guys

Our Endgame

Song: First Love

Artist: Lost Kings (Feat. Sabrina Carpenter)

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Chapter 87

The bright screen made me feel like I was going blind. As I squinted my eyes and the sounds of guns shooting filled my ears, I looked up to my right.

And then I calmed down. I felt that feeling like I was safe again, like no one could hurt me, except for the person holding my heart.

"My face isn't the movie Chipmunk." I could see the smirk he held on his face when he turned his head and gave his attention to me.

I rolled my eyes. "I wasn't staring at your face, I was staring at the painting over there. And don't call me Chipmunk!" I lamely pointed to a wall on the other side of the room, while gently slapping his arm at the nickname. Now it was his turn to roll his eyes.

"Lie all you want Chipmunk, but next time, you might want to make sure there's actually a painting 'over there'." I looked at the walls surrounding us and noticed that there wasn't a picture on it. Oops.

"Okay fine. I'm sorry if I can't help the fact that the movie you're watching is too bright for my eyes to process. Or that my boyfriend is just too cute that I can't take my eyes off him." I winked deciding to ignore when he called me the nickname again.

"I mean I'd prefer the term 'looks like a god' but I guess 'cute' is alright." I chuckled at his antics.

"Your ego is too big for your own good." I smiled at him as he smiled down at me. We sat on his bed with our backs to the wall. His arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to his side.

"Say what you want. But these looks-" He brought his arms up and flexed them, showing his muscles. "you can't just buy. They're one of a kind."

I laughed at that. The type of laugh where you hold your stomach and can't breathe.

"What's so funny? I'm being completely serious." He pouted.

I looked at his adorable pout and smiled.

"You're adorable, you know that?" He rolled his eyes.

"I'm not a baby." He crosses his arms over his chest.

"You're my baby." I said, lightly kissing the side of his shoulder and leaning my head against him.

The next second I was being lifted up and placed so that I was straddling his waist.

"Oooo why the sudden change of seating arrangements?" I asked giddily looking down at him.

"I got bored." With that he crashed his lips onto mine. I smiled wrapping my arms around his neck.

His hands settled on gripping my waist and pulling me closer to him. Our lips moving in sync in a passionate way.

I feel the hem of my shirt rise and his warm hands send shivers up my spine. His hands continue to roam around on the skin under the lower part of my shirt.

His mouth opens slightly and his tongue traces along my bottom lip. I grant him entrance and our tongues join the mess we've created.

I pull away wanting to catch my breath. Then my mouth moves down to his neck. But when getting the chance he switches our places. Next thing I know, I'm under his muscular form and light kisses are being placed along my jawline.