"Hey," he said- you could hear his smirk. You decided to look back at your laptop to give him a hard time. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him leave the door frame and slowly walk towards you. Your eyes remained on your laptop. "Did I ever tell you how hot you are?" he asked as he sat on your bed. You tried to ignore his comment but your face was flushing red. You were on the left side of your bed, plenty of room beside you. "Why are you here?" you asked, not looking at him. "Why not?" he replied. He was now sitting with his back against your bed frame and scooting closer until you were shoulder to shoulder. "Because I'm trying to work and..." "Am I distracting?" he interrupted. Your heart was racing. YES YOURE DISTRACTING. You decided not to answer, which wasn't the greatest decision. Because then he brushed your hair behind your ear and out of the way as he leaned in and placed a kiss on your neck. He did it so slowly, tantalizingly, his hot breath making your skin prickle. His lips lingered on your skin for a moment before he moved up. By this time you had stopped typing, absolutely frozen. Your heart was pounding so loudly that you could've sworn he could hear it beating. You felt short of breath, your mind being unable to focus as his lips traveled your neck. "Yes you're distracting. Is that what you wanted to hear?" you asked after what felt like forever of pleasant torture. "No. I want to hear you screaming my name," he said with a smirk, and that's when you finally pushed your laptop aside and kissed him.
