𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬; 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐚

TWENTY

IRIS MARA// ONE MONTH LATER
"You almost have it down, baby. All you have to do now is loosen yourself up." Brandon implies.

I drop my hands down at my sides. "I seriously just have no idea what I'm doing, Brandon. I think we should just leave my poor dancing abilities in a deep, dark corner in our brains."

Brandon lets a quiet sigh slip past his lips as he followed me down the hallway. "I swear to you that you were so close to getting the whole routine down."

I watch the boy as he allows his body to collaspe down onto the comfort of my bed.

"And I think that you, Brandon Michael, are being a complete and utter bullshitter at the moment." I say while I looked over at him.

He props his head up on the palm of his hand, quirking up an eyebrow as he did so. "Oh, really?"

"Yes, really." I reply whilst I bit back my grin.

The wavy-haired boy rolls his eyes at my words. "Oh sure, believe whatever you wish. All I ask is that you get your fine ass over here and give your old man some love."

"Old man?" I query as I approach the bed that Brandon was sprawled out across.

The boy then enveloped me in his arms and rolled me over, his body then hovering over my own.

"Hey, princess." He hums before leaning forward and placing a kiss on the center of my forehead.

I smiled up at him as I brought my hand up to his hair, spearing my fingers through his slightly tousled waves. "Hey, babyboy."

He grinned at the use of the fairly new nickname as I used it for the very first time.

"You're too cute, you know that right, Iris?" He asks as his gentle hand brushed agaisnt the exposed part of my stomach.

Now it was my turn to teasingly roll my eyes. "Oh, be quiet, Arreaga."

He pokes his tongue out at me. "Why don't you bite me."

I jut my chin up. "I'm sorry but I cannot suffice your request at hands as I, myself, don't bite."

My lips then twist up into a small, tedious smirk. "Most of the time."