Pretty Boy

All I Think About Is How To Make You Think of Me

I don't really know how to react to his sudden actions or if I should question them. But hell, I'm actually not complaining. Especially with the way he's looking at me with such lust, like he just wants to undress me right now.

Hogan just continues to drape over my body, and I can't help but be left clueless as to what he's planning to do. "Uhh....what are you doing?" I ask him.

His expression quickly changes as I say the words and he seems to finally be out of his wild thoughts as he tries to form an answer. "I was just thinking on doing something," he says, almost in a whisper.

My brows just raises up and I let my mind wonder about what he was thinking.

There are probably other things that are running around his gear hole right now, and I'm just 30 percent sure that he wants to kiss me. But fuck it. I'll take my chances.

Staring back at his eyes, I form a smirk and bit my bottom lip and I watches his cheeks starts to blush in the hue of red.

My move was probably a huge turn off though, since he glances away from me and avoids my gaze, leaving a shuttle of embarrassment dancing through my bones.

So yeah.....okay. Noted. Never smirk and bite your lip in front of a guy. Especially if they're hot.

"It's just- uhhh- yeah it's nothing. It doesn't matter anyway," he says, with obvious panic in his tone. "Let's just go and save my ex, right? That's what we were about to do. So yeah, let's leave. Come on" He continues, while waving me to follow him out of the door.

"Yeah. Sure?" I shrug my answer, but deep inside I'm fucking disappointed. Really, what the hell?

Hogan swiftly leaves my sight and I hear him rush down the stairs as a loud thump hits the step. He's probably in pain because he suddenly groans so loudly and continues to wail from the hurt.

I should just go since he seems like he needs my help, yet my feet wouldn't let me go, and I just stayed to lie on my bed until his groans stopped. 

I'm just so confused by the mixed signals he's giving me. One second he's looking at me all hungrily, then the next he looks like he just wants to rip me apart. Yeah, He's only given me two moods for the past few days. It's annoying because I either defined his stares as seductive or he just finally got a personality after breaking up with his girlfriend.

"Serge! Are you coming?" He shouts as I hear the door opening.

I hesitantly try to stand up, move away from my bed, and leave our house as I try to suppress my curiosity about what he was planning to do while lazily walking towards his car.

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It took us nearly twenty minutes to get to the house that Bre was supposedly drinking at, and I examine the place directly as we come to a halt in front of it.

"Who's house is this?" I asks Hogan.

I'm not really familiar with the people that live in our neighborhood, even though I'm literally always outside. I just plainly don't care who they are and where they live, yet I couldn't help but be stunned as my eyes came into full view of a big blue house that's been lounging in our area.

"It's Collier's. Bre's friend."

Oh- Collier. Yeah, I hate him. I mean, not hate, but I definitely despise him. The guy's just a prick most of the time. And he's also the reason why I had to come out. He just spread this nonsense about me wanting to suck every guy's dick. So I guess, that's enough for me to despise him.

Hogan can probably sense my nervousness because he places his hand behind my back and continues to pat me in a comforting manner.

"You don't have to come if you don't want to," he says, with an assuring tone.