Selena is a twenty-three year old girl living in New York with her best friend James. The two have been best friend since they first met in kindergarten. In the company they work for, James works as the CFO for the Management board, while Selena is...
"Yeah, your shirts are just that big." I smile as I look down, his shirt reaches mid thigh which makes me look bare on my legs.
"Come on, let's relax as you say." He scoffs in amusement.
"Do you have movies?" I ask, smiling.
"Mostly horror." He nods.
"Why horror?" I frown.
"Because horror films are the best films." He smiles.
"I don't like scary movies." I frown.
"Too bad." He smiles and I yelp when he leans down and grabs me from behind my knees and throws me over his shoulder.
"Killian!" I squeal and start pushing at his back hoping to help me up and he'll let me down but I fail.
His laugh is heard as he rushes out of his room and down the stairs to the living room, the entire way down the stairs I kept yelping hoping I wouldn't hit my head against the way or railing but he was careful not to let me hit anything.
We reach the living room and he drops me onto the couch, my back hitting the cushion and my laugh echoing the room.
"I could've walked." I say in between laughter.
"But what fun would that have been." He says still laughing also.
He stands up and walks over to the big flat screen and puts on a movie. Grabbing the remote he walks over to me on the couch and sits down a few inches away.
"What movie did you put in?" I ask.
"Rocky." He smiles happily.
"The fighting movie?" I ask.
"Yes Selena, the fighting movie." He chuckles, shaking his head.
"I was going to put in a horror film but you said you don't like them." He adds.
"How sweet of you." I huff and he laughs again.
"Can I use this?" I ask about the black blanket that's folded neatly on the couch.
"Go for it." He nods.
I grab the blanket and smile when I feel the material is incredibly soft. I gasp when I feel the blanket pulled off of me and see a smirking Killian wrapping it around himself.
"That was mean." I giggle.
"Do you want it?" He asks, laughing.
"Please." I pout and he smiles. He scoots over until he's right beside me and covers me with the blanket.
"We can share because I'm cold too." He chuckles.
"Then maybe you should put a shirt on." I raise an eyebrow.
"You know you don't want me to." He smirks and I giggle.
We missed the beginning of the movie since we were talking and about fifteen minutes into it I adjusted myself on the couch, being sure not to pull the blanket off of him. I feel a shiver run down my spine making me shake slightly.
"Are you still cold?" He asks.
"No I'm fine, it was like those goosebumps." I answer by shaking my head.
He rolls his eyes and scoots closer to me, pulling my legs over his lap and wrapping an arm around my waist. I glance up at him and give him a shy smile.
"You don't seem like the cuddling type either." I say quietly.
"I'm not, another first for me." He says with a small smile.
"Then why are you cuddling now?" I ask.
"Because you're pretty." He smiles and I feel myself blush.
"You're cute when you blush." He whispers, his forehead pressed against mine.
"Stop." I whine and look down a bit embarrassed.
"I really have no idea what you're doing to me." He whispers.
"I'm not doing anything." I shrug.
"Yes you are." He chuckles.
"I kept thinking about you, it was strange for me to not be capable enough to remove you from my thoughts. You didn't respond to my texts and I felt bad for what I had said to you. You walked away and never came back or spoke to me. Normally I'd brush things like that off, because I don't really care when someone is upset with me unless it's my family." He says.
"And the ring I bought, I said was for an apology when really I saw it and thought you would like it, I brought you here, you're staying the night, you're wearing my clothes, I'm cuddling with you, you met Helen, I told you about my family and myself and it's all just new to me. You may think you're not doing anything to me but you are." He explains in a low voice.
"I'm sorry." I apologize with a small frown.
"Don't be sorry, love." He smiles, shaking his head.
The way he called me "love" made me smile. He returns a small smile and leans forward, closing the minimal space between us.
My hand reaches up behind his neck when his lips meet mine. His free hand comes to my side and rests on the couch.
His hand grips my waist tighter and pulls me even closer, I smile into the kiss and he chuckles slightly. We kiss for a while more before we pull away to catch a breath.
He nudges my jaw with his nose and I hum when I feel his lips lightly kiss my neck. I feel his tongue on the skin and gasp when he bites down lightly and starts to suck on my neck.
"Killian no you leave them dark." I giggle and attempt to push him away.
"Is this one still here?" He asks and I suck in a breath when I feel his hand under the t-shirt. He lifts it up until it's above my beasts.
"It's already faded." He frowns at me.
"Well it was two weeks ago." I chuckle.
"Hm.. I wish it was still there." He smiles and I playfully roll my eyes.
"Looks like I'll just have to make another one." He sighs and I giggle when I feel his lips on the skin above my breast.
I gasp when he sucks on the skin hard, not being gentle as he was on my neck.
"Killian," I breath out, attempting to tell him not to but can't seem to because I'm enjoying the feeling of it.
After about two minutes of him marking my breasts and me giggling telling him to stop he finally does. I look down and widen my eyes.
"Killian!" I scold.
"They look good on you." He smirks as he leans down once more and places small kisses over the marks.
"I look like a cheetah, this isn't cute." I frown.
"Marking my territory." He winks and I laugh.
"I'm not your territory to mark." I cock an eyebrow.
"Not yet at least. This is just the start of it babe." He smiles and leans down, giving me a slow and sweet kiss.
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