Page 123 of Pucking Matt
“Yeah, but at least she’s your type.”
“Who says you’re not my type?”
She shrugs. “Says the mirror.”
“That smart mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble.”
“In trouble with who?” she snarks.
“With me,” I bounce back.
“And you think I’m scared of you? Hmm?”
I stand from the bed and ask for her hand.
“What?” she asks, confused.
I ask for her hand again. I pull her arm over my shoulder, walking her to the tall mirror on the wall. I don’t release her as I pull out my phone.
“Definitely not.” She attempts to run away, but I pull her into me, hugging her from the side.
I look into the phone’s camera and whisper in her hair. “We look good together.”
“We barely do,” she confesses, looking into the phone.
I snap a few pics and then change the pose. I have my left arm around her neck. She’s looking up at my screen as I take a few pics.
Then I flip the camera so we can see our faces. Amber shakes her head and tries to walk away. I sit her on the bed and sit next to her.
I say, “We look good together.”
She shakes her head. “You would look cute with someone with blue eyes like yours, blonde hair, and bubbly to laugh at all your dumb jokes.”
“You’re explaining my ex, and she’s in the past for a reason.”
“I should find someone to hook you up with,” she says.
“Or,” I say. “You can focus on being my girlfriend for the weekend and not worry about me. Let’s take a picture.”
She gets out of the frame, so I look at her. “Please.”
She rests her head on my shoulder, looking annoyed but cute as hell. I take a picture, and then I lean my head on hers. “We don’t look so bad, Amby.”
“Will you stop calling me that?” she says, pushing my shoulder, and I let her. I fall on the bed and wonder what she’s going to do next. She has theI’m going to hurt youlook on her face, and it’s refreshing that all this flirting isn’t getting to her. “Amby,” she mocks in disgust. “I hate it…” she grabs the pillow out from under my head. “So.” She hits me with the pillow. “Much!” She hits my legs again. I catch the pillow with my knees and then her eyes meet mine. They widen as she tries to tug the pillow back but I have a death hold on it. And then she releases the pillow and runs away. I’m quick on my feet, chasing after her. She screams as she runs into the bathroom and tries to shut the door. I throw the pillow to stop the door from closing. She kicks the pillow frantically, yelling, “This is your pillow tonight. Freaking disgusting!”
I grab the door and say, “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I don’t want to have a pillow fight,” she says, trying to close the door.
I pick up the pillow and lick my teeth. I glance at the bathtub and then slowly look at her. “You started it.”
I step into the bathroom and the force she’s using against the door shuts us in. I’m amused by that slam as I notice the tiny amount of room we have to play.
“Don’t you dare,” she shouts, holding her arm out to block her face.
“Did you just dare me to?” I joke, lifting the pillow.
She quickly jumps into the bathtub as I hit her ass with it.
