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nineteen

"Can I paint your nails?" I asked. We had been laying in my bed for the past thirty minutes. He was on his back and I was pretty much on top of him, my chin on his chest, staring up at him. "You have such pretty hands."

"No," his words seemed final, but if I knew anything about David, I knew there was some wiggle room. I raised my eyebrows and he repeated, "No. How would I explain that to anyone? Paint your own nails."

"David," I whined, trying to make my face as innocent as possible. I batted my eyelashes and even jutted out my bottom lip a bit for dramatic effect. "I bite my nails. Please? You would look so adorable."

David sighed heavily as if the thought of getting his nails painted was absolutely killing him, but surprisingly, he said, "How am I supposed to say no to that angel face?"

"Thank you!" I squealed, rolling off the bed to go grab my big bucket of nail polish. Every Christmas, my mom surprises me with a nail polish kit, and every Christmas, it gets dumped into the bucket, never to be seen again. On a rare occasion, if I'm feeling frisky, I'll paint my toenails, but for the most part, it goes unused. "You can pick the color."

"No, you pick. I don't want to be held responsible for any part of this," he sort of laughed, his hands going up to rub his face like he needed to wake himself up to get through this. "Where are the cameras in this house? Ben showed us you and Alex."

"Just at the front door, the back door, and the living room," I explained. "But don't worry, he never checks them. The only reason he was on them today is because he knew Alex was going to be here. He really only deletes the bad footage of him, but it erases itself in a week. I'll delete you coming in, if you want me to. He won't check though."

"No, I don't care. I just thought you might."

He cringed as I picked out a dark red from the box, holding it up. "Too much?"

"Whatever you want, baby," he sighed, and I smiled brightly, placing the box back on the floor and grabbing one of his hands, putting it on my thigh to keep it in place. "I don't know if I can hold this position for too long."

"Get your mind out of the gutter," I gasped, slapping him lightly on the chest. "This position is not even suggestive. It's lower thigh."

"Not suggestive?" he slid his hand up a little higher, his thumb ever so gently rubbing back and forth. "Come here."

His head tilted back, and his hand shifted to grab the back of my thigh so he could practically yank me on top of him. "Can you not grab me like I'm a rag doll?"

"Sorry," he laughed, his lips quickly finding my neck. His warm breath sent goosebumps up and down my arms and legs. "Didn't think you'd mind that much."

"I don't," I couldn't help but blurt. "What about your nails?"

"Fuck that," he was slowly trailing his way back to my lips. "I think this is a much better way to spend our time."

"I don't know..." I trailed off. "The nails would be so cute."

"Not as cute as you. Nothing's as cute as you."

He kissed me.

I pulled back, "Do you think kissing me will make me forget that you said yes in the first place?"

"I think it might help," he giggled (literally giggled, in the sweetest way possible). "Did you miss me when you were with Ernst?"

"Not particularly," I lied. "You were kind of annoying me."

"You didn't even miss me at all?"

"Didn't think about you at all, to be honest."

"You did seem a little busy when you were on top of him."

I rolled my eyes, "I'm not going to be on top of you much longer if you keep being mean."

"That's fine," he grabbed me by my hips and lifted me off of him, flipping me onto the bed so he could get on top of me. "I like being on top anyways."

"You're a little devil," I said with a smile that didn't quite match my words. "I'll kick you out."

"You would never."

He was right. I would never.

We laid in my bed for the next two hours, pretending to watch a random Netflix scary movie while we kissed. I also convinced him to let me paint his nails, but he chose a dark blue-black after I said I wouldn't let him be basic and pick black. He watched me the whole time, like he was studying me.

He was intoxicating, and I was completely obsessed. Obsessed with the feeling I had when I was with him, obsessed with the way he looked at me as if I was the only girl he'd ever seen, obsessed with the butterflies that couldn't be settled when his hand gripped my waist, obsessed with his smile when I leaned in to kiss him, obsessed with him.

Everything about him made me feel like a teenager in love, but I couldn't be in love with David, could I? We had only technically just started dating, but we had been spending as much free time together as possible since we met.

I didn't really know what love was; I had only seen it in movies, but this is what they did. They smiled and talked and lounged and it felt real. Whatever it was between me and David, it felt real.

What scared me was that it had probably felt real between David and Liza. While he was my first, I was just a name in a list. If it ended with Liza and David, it could end between us just as quick.

"Do you ever wish Liza hadn't broken up with you?" I asked, hoping it didn't kill the mood or make David mad at me. "I'm just wondering because I've never really had a real boyfriend before and... I don't know. I guess I'd just be thinking about what could've been forever if I broke up with a long time boyfriend. I think about what could've been when a boy holds the door open for me, so."

"You're rambling," he smiled like he found it endearing. "I used to wonder what would've happened if we stayed together, but I don't really care anymore."

"Oh. Why not?"

"Because I have you, baby. You're my favorite. I don't really need to think about anyone else."

If you can believe it, I don't think the blush left my cheeks for the rest of the night after that.

Im sorry but i just love the idea of a boy being so whipped that he'll say no and then immediately turn around and say yes to her when she gets even the teensiest bit sad. Like thats some cute shit. And boys with painted nails are hot

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This is kinda short but i wanted to end it here. Vote and comment pleaseeeee

Xoxo abby