Prey for the Devil's Bloodied Angel Wings

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"I know you are." She kissed my wrist.

"How do you see our relationship?" She arched a brow at me. "I know you're not 100% comfortable."

"Why would you-"

"You don't want to bond with me because you don't trust me." I laughed, but she didn't find it humorous. "What?"

"Yei." She paused.

"It's okay. I get it." I chuckled.

"How did you-"

"I can sense your emotions, remember?" I wiggled my brows. "It's alright. I just have to prove myself more." I shrugged.

"I think I also prefer dating than marrying. I don't know. Maybe in the distant future?"

"There is no rush." I smiled. "I don't blame you anyway. In fact, I think it's smart for you to think that way. Based on my track record, you've got to protect your heart. But, I'll try my hardest to prove my love and dedication to you." I kissed her brow.

She nodded and pulled me down, so I was on my back. She then situated herself close to me. Hana was lying on my chest when she suddenly hit it. I looked up to her sexy self quickly dressing. I pushed the covers off and nearly got knocked out by the shirt she threw my way.

"Dress in something you don't mind messing up."

"Okie." I quickly put on joggers.

Hana grabbed my hand and dragged me out the room. We walked to a splatter paint studio. I thought we were going to paint, but Hana led me to the paint balloon section. I got the idea when we sat in chairs and put on goggles. I laughed when random balloons moved over our heads. The point was that each of us would have to throw darts at the opponent's balloons. The thing is that we don't know which balloons are filled with paint and which ones are just air.

"Ladies first, pretty fox." I winked.

"Hope you don't mind decorating your outfit more." She smirked and threw a dart.

Unfortunately for her, it was just air. Hana huffed before I threw a dart, causing the balloon to release a pint of blue paint on her. I hollered in laughter as Hana was stupefied. Hana had paint dripping down her hair and most definitely staining her outfit. She slowly lifted her head and threw a dart that actually exploded orange paint on me. I giggled as she began laughing.

I wasn't paying attention, so I didn't recognize Hana darted to my chair. She ran to me and popped all the balloons. I screeched as I was soaked in paint. Hana snickered and ran off. That bitch! I smiled and chased after her.

Hana knocked down a few students as she sped between them. Hana made it to the rolling hills, so I tackled her. I made sure that I took the brunt of the fall as we rolled down the hills. The two of us were hysterical laughing since we couldn't stop ourselves. Our eyes then widened as the lake quickly came into view. Hana and I rolled right into the lake.

Hana and I broke the surface and playfully dunked each other. Hana jumped on me and caused me to submerge. I dragged Hana underwater to share a kiss. She pinched my nose, so I squeezed my eyes shut. I then swam to the surface and saw her grinning.

Hana and I noticed a group of students rowing their canoes. We shared an impish grin and slowly submerge ourselves underwater. We sneakily swam towards them. They noticed and began shouting at us, but we ignored them. They attempted to speed up, but we were faster. We swam underneath the canoe and toppled it over. Hana and I laughed at the screaming.

The overturned students screamed and splashed us with water. And just our luck... Francesca passed and shouted at us. Hana and I gave her sheepish smiles as she stated we had detention, effective immediately. Hana and I slowly swam to shore, so Francesca yelled to swim faster. Hana groaned and increased her pace.

Francesca stood behind us and led us to the dorm room. She demanded we wash up and shoved us inside. Hana and I spent a long time in the shower to totally clean ourselves. I was in the middle of eating her out when Francesca banged on the door. I groaned, so I had to cut our shower sex short.

Francesca waited for us to dress before taking us to an unused classroom. She told us to help clean out the boxes and pack the stuff. She then slammed the door shut as she left us.

"Cleanup is more Zena's thing."

Hana sat on a desk and pulled me between her legs. I smiled and connected our lips. Hana held my face as our lips massaged each other's. I sucked on her bottom lip, resulting in her moaning, which encouraged me.

"I said to clean, not fuck!" Francesca shouted from outside.

"Buzzkill." I muttered.

Which couple do you think has the best dynamic?