The Mafia vs Ms. Independent (Being Edited)

XV.

Ishawni's POV

He was about to leave when I grabbed his arm. He looked at me and frowned." Stay."

"But you just told me to leave." He said, confused.

"I changed my mind, I don't want to be alone." He groaned.

"Make up your damn mind!"

"Ok!" I yelled back." Jeez, my head is a bit messed up right now--"

"Clearly." He muttered. I threw a pillow at him and he caught. He smirked." You got to be quicker than that." I grabbed another one and throw it at his face. This time I was successful. I bursted out laughing at the surprised look on his face. He shook his head.

"Kids." He huffed. I giggled. He sat on the bed then slowly got beside me. He turned his head to look at me." Your so beautiful but bipolar has fuck."

I smiled." Thanks."

"Do you still want some space?" He asked. I shook my head.

"No. Being a foot away from you is hard enough I don't think I can imagine days of not being in your arms." I confessed. His brows shot up.

"I don't want to jinx it but it sound like your....falling for me." He said. I blushed. Oh my gosh I never even thought of that.

He chuckled." So my girlfriend is beautiful, bipolar, flexible, smart. What least should I know."

"I can cook a killer Mac and Cheese and...that's about it," he laughed," don't laugh a-"

"I'm not laughing at you baby. I'm laughing at myself because I can't even boil the macaroni right." He stated.

"What?!? That's the easiest thing to do." He shrugged.

"I don't know how but I always over cook it."

"Big bad hitman can't even cook macaroni." I teased. He rolled his eyes.

"Whatever."