Chapter Seven
505 Words
There... On the L-couch at ' their home' they cuddled. She was more like snuggling into him.
After her broking down at Clary's, he hugged her tightly to his body wishing if he could hide her inside. He let her breath out her anger on ... Everything.
Thereon, She slept in his arms and he took her home.
He kept saying sorry the whole time. It would be a lie if he said he grasps what he did wrong. But he knew for her, he was the last straw.
Even now when she is lying over him, he kept kissing her head and saying sorry once or twice upon every time she flinches in her doze.
And by once or twice he meant maybe a couple of hundred times. He just loves the scent of her. Love the way she fits into him. Her touches. Her tenderness. Her....warmth and the way she tastes.
"Nayla.." playing with a strand of hair.
"humm.." She hummed enjoying his fiddling with her hair.
"Go on a date with me," he stated more like ordered than asking.
She laughed upon his way of asking. The brute.
"what are you laughing at?" he dropped her hair to get her attention. He succeeded.
She raised her head frowning. Grabbed his hand to her hair one more time.
He still didn't get a response. "So."
"Were you lost in a jungle when you were younger? Where are your manners? You should be asking me out not ordering me around." giggling.
"Nayla.."
"humm.."
"You are going out with me." She rolled her eyes.
again with the ordering.
"Stop being bossy." and slapped his shoulder.
He smirks and whispered. "You like me being bossy only in bed? Don't you?".
She bit her inside the cheek to prevent herself from grinning. "No, I don't. I just go with the wind."
"Really so who was saying...and I am quoting 'Oh please Shun. Slap me, f**k me, do whatever you want. Please I want more I would do whatever you want just harder.'.." mischievously, he said.
His face turns beet red. As usual, she started hitting slapping his dirty mouth.
Yet, inside her, she knew she loved how this dirty mouth ravishing her.
Afterward,
" So?".
"Fine" sighing dramatically.
He made a fist pump "YES!" Wiggling in happiness.
A little while,
"Nayla.."
"OMG what again..!"
"Don't answer any calls from that fucker. It would be better if you blocked his number maybe delete it."
"Ummm. Let me think.." his eyebrows met each other in a frown.
"maybe I will keep it just in case." she teased drawing circles on his chest.
"JUST IN WHAT FREAKING CASE EXACTLY?".
She rolled her eyes. "what if I did not like our date. Maybe I should try him one more ti... Aaaaah."
He tossed her down him. Switching their position, with him now on top of her.
"Maybe I should give you a hint with how our date will end just to rest your heart and mind in peace.". He came off her, tossing her on his shoulder taking long sprints to their bed.
" No way." In disbelief.
"Yes, way."
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