"Mia," she spoke, the word peeling off her tongue in tight exasperation.
I looked up at her innocently through my eyelashes, trying to swallow. Instead, I ended up throwing myself into a coughing fit after a piece of sugary goodness flew down the wrong pipe. June's stiff annoyance melted into worry at the sight, and I decided I needed to accidentally hurt myself again the next time I got caught doing something I wasn't supposed to be doing.
Mainly, shoveling handfuls of the cereal June has strictly reserved for herself into my mouth at four in the morning.
"I'm—" I coughed again. "I'm fine." June approached me quickly, slender fingers rubbing soothingly against my back. They stopped only briefly to tuck a strand of hair that had escaped in the chaos.
"Mia," June spoke again, though this time softer, as if the word itself were precious and ridiculous all at once. I grinned at her, eyes playfully wide. She flicked a crumb off my lips.
"There were plenty of more creative ways you could have gotten rid of that," I tossed out, to which she narrowed her eyes dangerously. I bit my lip, a tingle running down my spine.
The whole 'butterflies in your stomach' thing was seriously unrealistic, at least when it came to June Willows. Whenever her amber eyes focused in on me, like, really focused, I found my head began to float and my whole body felt like an overstuffed hamster ball.
Okay, maybe that wasn't the most poetic way to put it. Butterflies sounded prettier.
It was only after June's wrist grabbed my own that I realized I had subconsciously traced a finger along the sharp edge of her cheek bone.
"Oops," I said without any real feeling, and her eyes twitched a quarter of a centimeter. It was hardly noticeable to anyone else, but I knew it's implications were monumental.
She leaned closer and my breath hitched as her lips brushed my ear, the intimacy twisting into me almost painfully. I tensed in apprehension as her hand trailed down my neck to my collar bone, and then lower—
"These," the words were flat as she pulled back, holding my prize, "are confiscated."
"Noo," I whined, and I was glad I could use my recent choking fit as an excuse as to why I was currently so breathless.
Still she turned away, like the cold-hearted traitor she was, popping a piece of cereal into her mouth as she went.
A/N:
A quick thing I wrote as a warm-up last night. I hope y'all like it :)))
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spoken word. (gxg)
Romance[Completed] DRAFT: Going through editing Mia Wilks is heading into senior year with a sigh of relief. She's hiding, blending in, trying to get done and get out with as little trouble as possible. But when the beautiful and dangerous June Willow is a...
