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He shakes his head and rolls his eyes. "I don't give a shit if you look like you have two pieces of pizza glued to your damn thighs this summer. You'll still be hot as fuck and all mine. Don't care. If you want to eat the pizza, eat the fucking pizza." I glare at him the best I can, but the smug bastard just grins back. "I don't care if you gain weight and can't wear your bikini. I'll buy you a new one. I'll still think you're the sexiest woman out there." He comes back over to the bed and sits next to me. "You are beautiful just the way you are." He kisses my forehead, and I melt into his embrace.
"Thank you," I whisper against his neck. My lips are right next to the tattoo of them on his skin.
I grin as I think about that game of Truth or Dare. Even then he was able to surprise me. It's what I love about him. He always finds a way to make things fun. Most people wouldn't agree to a dare like getting lips tattooed on your neck, but he did. What made it even better is that they are my lips. It's like he always has a part of me with him.
“Why did you do it?” I ask.
He absently rubs at his neck. "You mean the dare?" I nod. He looks down at me for a second before he answers. "I don't know. I thought it was funny. You thought it was such a good dare, too. In a way, I guess I always wanted a piece of you with me. You were too young for me then, so I took the next best thing.”
I laugh at his cheesiness as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me on top of him. "So… Pizza, Netflix, and chill?" I roll my eyes and push at his chest. "You're not saying no, so I'll take that as a yes."
“I don’t see how you can think this face is attractive right now. I know what Netflix and chill means.” I poke out my bottom lip and point to my puffy, bruised face.
"I'd still bang the shit out of you, no matter what you looked like. I'm fucking crazy about you." He kisses me on the lips. "So get your sexy, banged-up ass out of bed and get some damn clothes on because I'm not letting you out of here unless your pussy is covered. Enough people have gotten a look at what's mine in the last twelve hours. I'm not good with that." A growl rumbles in his chest, which makes me fall more in love with him.
"Okay, fine. I'll put some sweats on. But you can't expect me to go to school looking like this."
He places a kiss on my nose. “I don’t. I’m looking forward to having you in my bed every day until you decide you can cake on enough makeup to cover the bruise.”
I flip him the bird before getting off the bed and making my way toward the closet to find something to wear. I grab a bag and throw a couple pairs of leggings and baggy tees in it before making my way over to my dresser to find some camis and a few pairs of underwear. Once I get everything I need for a few days, I slip his shirt off and walk back to the closet wearing nothing. His groan fills my ears. Even though I know my face looks terrible, it's nice to hear him still want me.
In a way, it makes me feel better about myself. Like he might still like me, even if I did gain some weight or cut my hair off in some hideous little bob cut that does nothing for me. He'd still like me for me.
