Play With Me

Day 11

Takuya's cousin Kou

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I woke up once again in the same bedroom. This time I was shocked that Takuya was in the bed with me. His arms were securely around me and his face nuzzled in my neck. He looked peaceful meanwhile I was freaking out. How did we get like this?

I'm suprised I didn't get up sooner. I feel uncomfortable laying in the same bed as him. I carefully removed his hands from me, but he only held me tighter. A sigh escaped my lips.

"Stay." Takuya whined.

"Get the fuck off of me, Takuya." I said.

"So sassy." His eyes were still closed. It didn't look like he was getting up anytime soon.

Suddenly, the sound of a phone buzzing filled the room. I frowned in confusion. I don't have my phone. Takuya shot up from the bed and grabbed the phone off of the bedside table.

"Hello?" He answered.

"She's here with me." My brows furrowed. Who could he be talking to?

"Wait, today?"

"Okay. Bye Kou." Takuya hung up and laid back in the bed. I stood up and watched carefully. He turned to me. "Why are you standing there?" He asked.

"Why were you in my bed?" I shot back.

He smiled in amusement. "Yesterday, we ate and then argued a bit. You fell asleep afterwards, so I took that as an opportunity to lay with you. You're so comfy."

"You took advantage of me?" I scoffed. "Wow, I hate you even more."

"Do you really hate me?" He questioned. "I believe you're getting soft."

"I haven't."

"Oh really now?" He smirked. "The Marcie I know would push me off the bed and curse me out immediately, but you took your sweet time to get out of my grasp."

I scoffed and crossed my arms. "Admit it," he smirked. "You're starting to fall for me."

I leaned over close to his face. His gaze kept shifting from my lips to my eyes. Once he started leaning in, I flicked his forehead. I laughed when he winced.

"You're so mean!" Takuya whined.

"I thought you liked when I'm bad." I noticed the tray was still on my side of the bed. I snatched the fork and held it behind my back.

"I do like when you're a bad girl." Takuya pulled the covers off of him and sat at the edge of the bed. His hands reached out and held my waist firmly, pulling me on his lap.

"I told you, you've gotten soft." He chuckled.

"Takuya," I held the fork tighter. "You got it all wrong."

He raised an eyebrow. "I do?" He grabbed my wrist. "Looks like my dear Marcie tried to stab me with a fork."

My eyes widened as he forcefully took the fork out of my hand and threw it across the room. In an instant, I was flipped over and pinned against the bed. I tried to wiggle out of his hold but he was too strong.

"You are really testing my patience." He growled.

"Please, let me go." I whimpered.

"Now you want to play innocent." He leaned in close to my ear. "Such a bad girl."

I fought even harder against his hold. Insanity was evident in his eyes at this moment.

"What's wrong, baby girl?" He asked. He squeezed my wrists tighter.