He let out a growl of sorts before placing a wet kiss on the crook of my neck. Sparks immediately flew from my body to his as my heart began to pound out of my chest. He knew that that was my spot, and he had the audacity to do it in the middle of a...
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"I'm not exactly sure when it happened, all I know is that I'm falling quicker than I should."
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Tyler came walking down the stairs with an arm full of different foods and drinks. He sat down next to me breathlessly before handing out the food and drinks.
"Are you good?" Kylie checked up on his breathing.
"Yeah, just let me catch my breath."
She nodded before turning to me, "If his breathing get's any worse tell me," she whispered in my ear.
"Okay," I looked from her to Tyler.
After we got our food we continued to watch the game. It was a tight game the entire time, all of us were at the edge of our seats. At the end we pulled through and won by two.
Once the game ended the three of us stood up and walked out of the arena and towards a different car. They both were evidently confused when I walked up to a red Lamborghini.
"Is this your car?" Tyler squealed.
I nodded, "I figured we could drive it to dinner."
I pressed on the keys before the doors opened. Tyler climbed into the car before the two us followed him. I began to pull out of the parking lot before speeding onto the main road.
"Can I drive home?" Kylie asked.
"Absolutely not," I replied before we came up on a red light, I looked over to her giving me puppy eyes, I groaned, "Sure, but not the entire way."
She squirmed in her seat before I pulled into the restaurants parking lot. We walked into the restaurant before I gave them our reservations. The waiter immediately led us back to our booth.
We all ordered our drinks before Tyler began questioning me, "How old are you?"
"25," I responded, "What about you?"
"13," Tyler shot back proudly, "Are you a mobster too?"
