Him

Elephants Weigh Less Than You

"Jake? Jake?" I call out. I walk into the tan living room accented with browns and reds. A picture on top of the fireplace catches my eye. With further examinations, I see a handsome young twelve year old boy, grinning from ear to ear. In a blue shirt, clutching a little 3 year olds hand. She wearing a beautiful pink dress, her curly hair poking in different angles, glancing up at her brother with such love, only siblings would understand.

"That picture was taken on a great day."
Startled I look to my left. I see the young boy in the picture, matured and breaktakingly handsome. With those lucious lips, dazzling white teeth, gorgeous captivating blue eyes; I could look into his eyes for hours and still be amazed at how gorgeous and blue they were. But instead of in the picture, the matured Jake in front of me smirked. The left side of his body leaned against the fireplace. His lips tugged into a little smirk and a sparkle in his eyes.
"You done drooling yet?"
Snapping out of my daze, I feel my cheeks flush as that comment sinks in. I'd rather make him blush than him making me. I take the half step toward him so we are closer. I hit his rock hard chest with the back of my hand, smirking at his sexy face. I turn around dramatically, overswaying my hips and say, "Are you gonna make me breakfast or not?"
I hear him start to follow me but at a more quicken pace.

"Me make you breakfast? Oh now you're in for it!" I giggle and run away from him as quickly as I can. I turn the corner, up the stairs and into his bedroom. I slam the door behind me, but I'm not quick enough. Jake is inches away from me and I get tackled on the bed. More giggles erupt out of me as Jake attacks me more! In between tickles I scream, "Unhand me you devil!" Which only forces him to put his full weight on me, pinning both of my hands into one of his large ones easily. his left hand continues my everlasting torture.
"God Jake, elephants weigh less than you. get off of me you fatty!"
He grins more at my comments. He pins my hands down with his knees as he straddles my waist. His hands with their way around my stomach, not leaving an inch of skin from his torturous task.
"JAKE! this isn't funny!" I tug my hand out from under his knee cap. I pound on his back, anything for him to release the torture. He lets off a little. Progress is key! Realizing I can do something about this, I notice his lips are a mere 1/2 foot away from mine. With the hand that I freed, I slide it to his face. Instead of his eyes on my stomach, determining where he would hit his blows, they lock on mine. I see the glint of evil in his blue eyes. I smile my cutest smile up at the boy that takes my breath away. Slowly he lets off a little more. My head lifts off the pillow as our the distance between us diminishes rapidly. He grins as our lips are millimeters away. My lips are on fire, craving to crash onto his full lips, desiring him so forcefully that I didn't even know I could possess such a powerful feeling. My eyelids shut as I close the gap between our lips.