Can I Be Your Girl

18

Cat-like eyes regarded me with bored contempt. "Stop it," Yvanna bossed after recovering from her shock; her heavy breathing calming down. I cackled at her unimpressed face, forgetting that I was sat on her small body and may have crushed her into tiny pieces. Wheezing as I wiped the tears that filled my eyes, I looked down to her.

My mischievous smile dropped seeing her face—the face of sheer boredom and indifference. Unconsciously, my grip on her loosened, but I didn't move from my position above her. My eyes drank in her feminine features:

Hazel brown irises incased in captivating pair of cat-like eyes; short, pin-straight, jet-black hair; small and pointed nose; well-defined pinkish lips and a prominent jawline any female aspired to acquire; she effortlessly beat anyone in the looks department with her sharp features.

"You do know that you're heavy right?"

I stared at her for a while as my brain slowly processed her words.

"Oh, right. Sorry," I apologized as I sat more comfortably on her waist. She narrowed her eyes at me while I wriggled my eyebrows in return.

"Come on you're so heavy you giant, I can't breathe here!!" She exclaimed and hit my chest with her fists. Blow after blow her strength increased that I was surprised when they started to sting. Fascinated, I added a little more of my weight—enough not to hurt her—and watched as her punches grew with her frustration.

Sometime later, she heaved a sigh. An exasperated moan escaped her lips, before she sent me a hateful look—one that told me she was tired of my ass—before pushing me to my bed. Chuckling, I let her and laid down. I stretched my arms to my side and closed my eyes, enjoying the smooth beneath my skin.

"You know you really make it a habit to pester me."

"Hmm..." I hummed, dismissing her tight tone.

Time passed and I found myself chuckling. "Damn, you're right."

A mocking laugh came afterwards.

Peeking over my lashes to see the expression she wore after she mocked me, what I saw didn't make me laugh like I expected. Instead, it had me jumping with concern.

Yvanna hugged her stomach with a grimace marring her face.

"What happened?!"

Evidently caught off guard, she gaped at me momentarily, watching as I whizzed to her side. I wrapped my right arm over her. "Why? Tell me. Are you hurting? Did-did I—" I stammered, concerned that I may have injured her—"did I hurt you?!"

Even with worry infesting my pounding heart, I waited for her to answer me. My eyes traveled down to her stomach—still tightly clutched by her two hands—and wondered what ached. Her lips parted and closed as she clearly hesitated. I waited a little more.

"Uhh..." she drawled.­

Damnation! I really did break something, didn't I? Oh god! Must be her waist, or maybe her arms!!! This fucking joke has gone—

All negative thoughts jumped out of brain when a little growl caught my attention. My head snapped back to her face and to that awkward smile as she avoided meeting my eyes. Then a blush bloomed her cheeks.

Simultaneously, I gave her stomach and her flushed face a flat look.

"Cute," I deadpanned. "You couldn't have told me immediately, could you?"

The cute little girl with her cute little stomach that produced a cute little growl sent me a cute little glare, before abruptly avoiding my eyes once again. What a cute little girl. I wanted to pinch her cheeks hard. So hard they would've gone red.