Just Friends

Chapter 2

"But that was when i was like...ten!" he blurted, fiddling with the remote.

"We were in ninth grade, you were fifteen!" I giggled, ruffling his hair. "Don't worry, babe. You can hold my hand and cover your face with a pillow if you get scared" I cackled, fiddling with my belly button ring.

"No, thank you. I'd much prefer to cover my face and hold something else of yours instead, babe" He smirked, sending me a wink. I raised my eyebrows, shocked at his comment but instantly picked up the pillow beside me and dashed it towards him, hitting his face.

"Oh, Arielle, I didn't realize you were so violent and..wild? Lucky me!" he winked, fluffing up the pillow i just dashed at him and returning it to its previous position on the bed.

"Yes, I am. So i suggest you shut up unless you want me to cause severe damage to that delicate little face of yours" I sneered, browsing through Netflix in attempt to find a suitable horror movie.

"Oh please, that's the last thing you would want to do to my face" he winked, tracing patterns on my knee.

I averted my gaze from the TV to Miles and leaned in closely so that our lips were centimeters apart. I trailed my finger up and down his bare arm, tracing patterns on his biceps. My other hand rested on his shoulder which i slowly entangled with his hair, gently tugging on his silky black locks.

"You're right" I whispered, licking my lips and making direct eye contact with him. My eyes traveled across his face, exploring each of his features. My lips hovered over his for a few more seconds before i relocated them to his jaw, leaving a few wet kisses then working my way down to his neck. My fingers glided down his arm and rested on his hand.

I slowly slipped my hand under his shirt, and allowed my fingers to roam his body, tracing patterns on his abs. His muscles tensed under my touch, signalling the effect my touch had on him.

Our eyes came into contact again, I bit my lip, leaning in. "Oh, the things i'd do to that face of yours" I smirked, leaning in closer. I tilted my head to the side, winding his silky black hair into a spring around my finger. His eyes widened, and something rose in his pants, signalling his arousal.

My lips traveled across his face and hovered a few centimeters away from his ear. My fingers glided down his body and lingered on the zipper of his pants. I playfully fiddled with his zipper, whilst leaning in and whispering "I could slap it, punch it, kick it...I have a lot of options, lucky me, right?" I bit my lip, untangling my fingers from his hair and removing my fingers from his zipper. I transferred my gaze back to the TV, finally selecting a suitable movie.

His mouth hung open, a slight blush creeping up to his cheeks. "Close your mouth before a wasp flies in!" I teased.

"You think you're so sly. I'll get you back, Arielle. You just wait..." he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Sure. Go make me popcorn" i demanded, lying down.

He rolled his eyes "Sweet or salty?" he asked.

"Salty, you should know by now" i replied, getting comfortable.

"Are you sure? I can give you something salty if you want?..." he winked, running out the room before i could throw another pillow at him. Typical.

We were about half an hour into the film and bored to death when Miles started kissing my neck which lead to a heated make-out session. Ten minutes later and i'm now straddling him, his hands rested on my hips whilst his lips never left mine. I tugged at the hem of his shirt, awaiting for permission to rip his shirt off, which was on the floor within seconds - my black top joining his a few minutes later.