When I hear her walking down the hall, I work hard to keep from looking too amused by her obvious frustration when she rounds the corner and crosses her arms. My shirt rides up just enough to draw my eyes down to her legs. I wasn’t lying when I told her that she has killer legs.
“Eyes up here.” She demands. She pulls at the hem of the shirt, my eyes following the movement as she lifts it further up her leg until it’s right at the dip of her hip showing she has nothing underneath. Then she letsgo of the material and snaps her hands. My eyes follow the sound to see her eyes lit up with annoyance. “It’s so weird. I got out of the shower and this was waiting for me.” I smirk because I can’t wait for her to ask why I switched them out. “You haven’t seen my other shirt have you?”
Mimicking her movement from earlier, I lift a shoulder and say, “Nope.”
“Oliver West, give me my shirt back now.” She advances on me but halts as soon as she sees the fabric peeking over the rim of my trash can. “Is that…?”
I tilt my bowl over and watch the milk and the sugary contents spill over and onto the shirt. “Oops.”
She pinches at my sides before her eyes catch on something and her focus shifts from me ruining her shirt to something on my skin. Then I remember what is there. She must have been too distracted by the cereal earlier to notice it. She releases a slow breath, “you left it.” She doesn’t ask why, just observes.
“I like it when you mark me.” I put the bowl on the counter before softly spinning her to look at all the cereal on the counter I laid out for her. “I told you I only cook when I want to. I love cereal.” I dip my head down and kiss the soft skin on her neck. “You can take whatever you want of mine.” I trail my hands down her sides, her head leaning back into my chest. “Take the shirt too. You need a new one now.” I have to pull away before I don’t want to. The harder I push her the faster she is to pull away. I’m learning to ask for just enough and then let her give more.
WEST HAVEN DELIQUENTS
Maxwell
Happy Pie Day Bitches.
Eli
I hope Flossie made apple pie actually.
Rory
I made chocolate pie…
Maxwell
Oh he doesn’t know.
Mia
Know what??
AJ
I hope you know I’m prepared to keep my winning streak.
Rory
Win what?
Oliver
We’re teaming up on you this year, A. It’s time you lose.
Mia
Sharing is caring,assholes.
Oliver
We have a West family tradition on Thanksgiving.
Eli
There’s a no cussing at the dinner table rule. Always. Mom made it and Dad enforces it.
