“Call me Franklin one more time and I take your phone away for good.” Two can place at this game!
Mikayla purses her lips at me. I can’t make this worse, so I kiss them. Just a peck. They’re soft. So, I kiss her again. And again. And again, longer. She doesn’t pull away.
“You’re not getting your phone,” I whisper against her lips when I feel her hand creeping over my side and then behind my back.
Mikayla huffs. Tilts her head and stares at me. Silently.
“Yes! Fine! I’ve been in lust before!” I bark, pissed off to no end!
“So, you do know the difference.”
Her eyes widen. She stops talking and somehow stiffens even more in my arms.
“I knew you’d freak out! There was no way I could win here! Don’t clam up on me, Mikayla! You demanded to know! You can’t get all weird when I tell you!” I yell.
Small hands cup my face, and she kisses me. It’s soft, gentle and loving. When we pull back, I look at her warily.
“You can put me down now,” she says softly.
“You’re not gonna bolt?” I turn my head and narrow my eyes at her. I don’t trust her.
“I’m not gonna bolt.” She shakes her head.
“Or run and lock yourself away in the other room?” Iask, pointing at her door.
She shakes her head.
“I’m not ready to give you back your phone yet,” I tell her, putting her feet back on the floor.
“I don’t need it back,” she tells me. “Let’s go,” she adds, all collected.
I don’t trust it. She’s being too calm. It’s very un-Mikayla-like.
I eye her warily as I put on my shoes. She walks into the master and walks out holding a pair of sandals. She sits down beside me and puts them on.
“What is wrong with you?” she asks as we walk to the car outside.
“Nothing is wrong with me.” I toss the bag in the trunk.
“Then why are you looking at me as though you’re worried I’m about to rob you?” She flicks her hand at me, clearly annoyed.
“I don’t think you’ll rob me,” I say with confidence.
“Don’t make me call you Franklin,” she warns, quirking a brow at me, a scowl back on her face.
We flew past annoyed and are now directly at angry.
“You’re fine.” I think that should be enough.
“Is there something wrong with being fine that I’m not aware of?”
Well, we’ve moved back to annoyed, so that seems like progress. “If it helps, you’re seriously pissing me off right now.”
I smile. I don’t know why, but that makes me grin. I watch as she puts her seat belt on and sits back.
I start the car and turn around. Then take her hand as I drive to the main road.
“You’re a very weird man,” she says, shaking her head.
