The Run~Volume 2 ©2015 Sydney Wray

~8~ Never in a million years

"I can't believe this." I grumbled, highly irritated.

"Believe what?" His voice asked behind me.

I whirled around, eyeing his lounged position on the hotel's bed. Blake was ripping open a package of chocolate, popping pieces into his mouth.

"Are you moronic?"

"Who even uses the word, 'moronic'?"

I squinted. "The fact that I'm stuck with you, in a hotel for the night, is bullshit."

"Whoa there, Kit Kat," He soothed, holding up his hands, "Watch your language."

I squinted at him, standing ramrod straight with my arms crossed. "What did you call me?"

"Kit Kat." Blake grinned, shoving more chocolate into his mouth.

"Do you ever stop eating?"

"I'm a guy," he ripped open another package of candy, "It's what we do."

I groaned, rolling my eyes.

"You know, this isn't exactly easy for me either."

"What?"

"You're just so.." He struggled for words, sitting up and stepping closer.

I raised an eyebrow, noting his hesitance. "Right."

Blake was very close now, his body heat radiating onto me. "You're so.."

His voice was growing husky.

My breath stopped, my eyes reaching his.

His eyes danced across mine, his pupils dialating.

My pulse quickened, my mouth becoming dry as I became mesmorized in the boy's eyes.

"Spit it out." I murmured, blinking and becoming slightly impatient as his eyes bored into mine.

"So..," he trailed off, "Irritating."

My pulse stopped, my mouth moistened itself, and my mesmoration was no longer in tact. I stepped back, grabbing my phone with a sigh.

"I'm ordering a pizza." I announced, putting the phone to my ear.

He grinned, "Good. I'm starving."

I raised an eyebrow. "Who said it was for you?"

Blake's face dropped and it was replaced with a confused look.

I smiled like a bitch, talking into my phone, "Hi, can I order a large cheese pizza?"

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"Mmmm." I mumbled, biting into the cheesy slice and closing my eyes.

Blake stared at me from across the room.

I put another slice onto my plate, taking another bite. "Mm, mm, mm."

"Okay, enough." Blake whined. "I'm tired of hearing your foodgasms."

"It's just-so..," I paused, closing my eyes again with a smile as I overexagerated the taste of the pizza, "Good."

"That's it." He pulled himself up from the bed and made his way across the room and away from his pouting state. "I'm starving."

"Hey!" I yelled, pulling the box away from him.

"Come on, just one piece. The smell alone is intoxicating."

"Buy your own pizza." I said defiantly, closing the box.