Page 92 of Spin The Bottle
She laughs. “Really?” I cross my arms, raising an eyebrow, waiting for her answer. She finally gives in, letting out a sigh. “I had a baked potato with cheese and broccoli.” She presses her lips together giving me an annoyed smile. Don’t care. It’s still a smile.
I grin, walking over to her and lean in, pressing my lips to hers. “Good girl. Glad to see you’re taking care of yourself.” My eyes drop to the shirt she’s wearing… my shirt. “Is that mine?” I ask her, lifting the hem of my dark red t-shirt.
She eyes me. “I missed you.”
I let out a laugh, my stomach fluttering. “Feel free to wear all my clothes,” I tell her, burying my face in her neck, pressing my lips against her skin. “Every last one of them.” I love seeing her wear my shirt.
“You smell good,” she murmurs against me. My body breaks out into goosebumps when I feel her hands on my chest over my t-shirt. Love her. “Did you just come from the gym?”
“Yeah,” I reply, wrapping my arms around her waist. “Coach has been busting my ass.” After the game I threw at the start of the season, he’s been watching me, making sure I don’t make any more mistakes like that.
“It’s okay,” she coos. “You just need more practice. Not all of us can be as good as me,” she teases.
I grin, looking down at her gorgeous face. I’m so gone for this girl. So fucking gone. Can’t believe it’s already been over two weeks since she agreed to be mine. “Really? Want a rematch?” I ask her, lifting a brow. “Last time I remembered, you flinched when I threw the ball at you.”
She scrunches her nose, shaking her head. “I’ve changed.”
I laugh. “You have?”
She nods. “Yeah. I have a boyfriend now.”
I’ll never get sick of hearing her say that. From the commitment-phobe herself, it’s the best feeling in the world knowing she wants me.
“You do?” I tighten my hold on her waist, running my hands over her hips. She nods, her lips tipping up in a smile. “And what would he say if he caught you with me?”
She grins, mischievously. “He wouldn’t like that.”
“No?”
She shakes her head, standing up on her tiptoes until she’s right in front of me. “He said no one touches me but him.”
I let out a groan. “That’s fucking right.” I bring my lips to hers, kissing my girlfriend. “Missed you,” I murmur between kisses.
“Missed you.” She pulls back to take a breath, her hands gripping my hair. “You look so handsome.”
My god I love her. I want to say it all the fucking time. Is it too early? It’s probably too early. Definitely. I kiss her again instead, the words stuffed in the back of my throat threatening to come out.
“I wish I knew you were coming,” she mumbles into the kiss. “I would have put on some makeup or something.”
I frown, pulling back. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Act like you don’t know you’re the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.” Her eyes soften and she shakes her head but before she can try to deny it, I interrupt her. “I’ve seen you with your face painted green, Leila. I’ve seen you in pajamas, in little shorts, in underwear, in nothing. And every version is just as fucking gorgeous as the next.”
Her lips part and I really wish I knew what she was thinking. I brush her chocolate brown hair behind her ear, running my thumb over her face. “You want me to compliment you?” I lean in, pressing my lips to her cheek. “You’re sexy.”
She groans. “Ugh, I hate that word.”
I chuckle, leaning down to leave a kiss on her other cheek. “You’re hot.”
“Nope.”
I pull back, my lips twitching. “You’re picky.”
Her eyebrow raises. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”
I shake my head, laughing. “How about this? You.” I kiss her cheek. “Are.” I kiss her jaw. “So.” I leave a hot kiss on her lips. “Fucking beautiful.”
