Author's note
This is kinda a filler chapter, but I worked pretty hard on it so I hope you guys enjoy!
Warning: There might be a bit of sexual stuff so if u are immature or don't want that then..--
✨Every time I see you baby I get lost✨Can you just come along with me, please please please, do it for me." I pleaded.
Gosh, was it really that hard to take your girl out, to a place of her choice for once?
"Okay, fine, ugh fine I'll do it," he said as he finally caved in.
We were sitting on the couch in his living room while deciding what to watch on tv.
And I had been begging him to come along with me to this gallery opening downtown.
I absolutely loved both, creating art and admiring it. And this opening was filled with the kind of work I liked, abstract art, pop art.
I mean, Drew should like art, considering he was a piece of art himself.
But, much to my dismay, he had no interest or desire to spend an hour or two at an art gallery, appreciating creativity at its best.
But after enormous amounts of begging and pleading, he eventually gave in.
"Why do you want to go and stare at pieces of canvas filled with paint?" he asked.
"Shut up, they aren't just canvases, they are an artist's outlet to express their emotions and greatest struggles," I replied as I punched him on the shoulder.
"Wow, that was so deep," he remarked.
"Jerk," I turned away from him, frowning and crossing my arms.
"Babe, I was kidding. Come on, look at me" he gave me the puppy dog eyes.
God damn the puppy dog eyes, they get me every time.
I turned to him with a sigh as he began to tickle me. He went for my neck, he knew that was where I was the most ticklish.
"Drew stop... stop!" I screamed in between bouts of laughter. Soon, he was on top of me with his arms around my neck and I was giggling like crazy.
He stopped for a second and looked into my eyes.
We were definitely in a, let's just say *compromised* position
His hand brushed against a soft spot on my neck. It sent shivers down my body.
"Oh, so you like that huh," he said with a smirk. Slowly, he bent down and placed a gentle kiss on my neck. His hand gripped the nape of my neck while he continued to kiss me. His lips felt soft, almost like butter. I wanted more.
I felt his lips touch a sensitive place at the side, and I let out a moan. " You want more?"
"Yes, yes Drew please," I begged.
He began to lift down my top and slowly touched the skin below my collarbone. I felt tingly inside, I had never even gone to 2nd base before.
Just as he was about to pull it down, we heard footsteps in the hallway. Drew got up lightning-fast and I quickly fixed my top and brushed my hair with my hands.
"Mom, uhh what are you doing here. I thought you were at work" he rambled.
Now, what exactly were you doing here, young man?" she asked with a knowing look on her face.
"Nothing, just some school work. Mom this is Allison, my uhh my girlfriend" he said.
I smiled at the thought of us being together officially.
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