High On The Bad Boy

"What? Cat got your tongue?" He smirked arrogantly, when he noticed her half lidded gaze on his naked chest and six pack.

His cocky voice snapped her out of her not-so-innocent daydream about a certain blue eyed fighter.

"What? No!" She burst out almost as a reflex, then composed herself, slightly blushing and averting her gaze from his tattoo covered arms and chest to his captivating alluring blue eyes.

"I mean, no. I'm just high from earlier." She made up as she spoke. Well it wouldn't be hard to believe.

He scoffed, his arrogant smirk never leaving his undeniably handsome face as he sauntered near her, gradually thinning the distance between them. And making it painstakingly obvious of his half naked body to her.

"No you're not high. You didn't smoke anything today, pothead." His smirk slightly softened as he now stood inches from her their chests almost touching.

"I think you're just high on me."