Elijah tenses when I moan his name, and I feel him harden between my legs once again.
Why is he doing this to me?
My heart is racing like crazy. Out of everyone on this planet, Elijah is the last person I should want to sleep with, but I can't help it.
His naked body is flush against mine, and it is driving me insane. I can barely think straight. All I know is that I want him.
He walks to the bed and falls down onto me, but he makes sure not to put all his weight onto me. I notice his eyes go down to my shirt, so I follow his gaze to see that the water has soaked my shirt and you can see my bra through it.
"You know there's only one way this can end, right?" he asks.
"What way is that?" I whisper. His body is so close to mine. His lips are so close to mine. I've never been this close to him before.
Then again, he has never been naked on top of me before. That's not what friends do.
"I stand up," he says. He stands up. "You see how big I am and it makes you want me more than ever," he continues. I slowly let my eyes move down his body, his insanely sexy body, and my eyes widen when I see that he really is huge.
I bite my lip and move my eyes back up to his face, admiring all of him. His thighs are thick, not skinny, because of how often he gyms. His skin is perfectly tan and his six-pack leads down to his V-line. His biceps are perfect, and all I can imagine is digging my nails into them as he slides himself into me.
How have I never noticed that he is this damn sexy?
"And then...?" I ask breathlessly.
"Then I leave you lying on your bed, wishing you never said you didn't like my name," he says and then walks back into the bathroom.
I groan out in frustration. "Are you serious, Elijah? You're still teasing me because of that?"
He walks back out the bathroom, now wearing clothes, much to my disappointment. He winks. "Yeah, and it's also really fun to tease you."
I roll my eyes and mumble curse words under my breath as I make my way out my bedroom and to the kitchen. I grab my second bag of marshmallows— don't judge, I finished the first while Elijah was in the shower.
"How many do you think I can fit in my mouth at once?" I ask Elijah as I tear open the bag.
"I hope you're talking about marshmallows," he says. I slap his arm with the back of my hand and shake my head, a smile on my face.
I go to sit on my couch and Elijah sits next to me. He grabs my phone and starts recording as I slide the first one into my mouth.
I continue going and he counts each one. When I reach eleven, it feels like my mouth is going to rip apart. "I can't do this," I try to say, but it comes out as, "uuuuh uu ooo uuh."
He laughs at me. His laughter makes my heart feel weird, but I don't know why. I always thought his smile was gorgeous, but his laugh has never given me butterflies before.
What is happening?
"Bree?" Elijah calls my name and I meet his gaze.
"Huuu?" Real sexy, Bree.
"I love you," he says.
My jaw would drop to the floor, but my mouth is already filled so it can't. I just stare at him with wide eyes, not knowing how to respond. Not that I could respond, even if I knew what to say.
After a minute of me gawking at him, he bursts out laughing. He lifts my phone and ends the recording. Relief immediately flows through me when I realise it is just a joke.
Two can play at this game.
I get up and spit out the marshmallows from my mouth, into the trash can, because I am not talented enough to chew them all at once.
"Your turn," I state as I sit back down.
I slowly place marshmallows into his mouth one at a time. This feels weirdly intimate.
Not as intimate as him being naked and on top of me, I guess.
He surprisingly manages to fit thirteen into his mouth, before there is absolutely no space left.
I place the bag on the table and then straddle Elijah's lap. He seems surprised at first, but then he places his hands on my hips and pulls me closer to him.
He looks absolutely ridiculous with all the marshmallows in his mouth. I smile and lean down to his ear.
"I'll do anything you want, baby. Just ask," I whisper seductively, teasing him. I then place kisses along his jaw and down his neck, making him shiver.
He tries to respond, and I can tell he definitely wants to say something, but everything he says is not decipherable. I smile, satisfied that I managed to get a reaction out of him.
He moves me off him and goes to the kitchen to spit out the marshmallows, then walks back into the room. "That was mean," he whined and comes to sit down again. He pulls me back on top of him. "Can I still tell you what I want you to do for me?"
He bites his bottom lip. My eyes stay on his soft, pink lips, and my heart starts racing all over again.
Hopefully this time the cause of my rapid heart beat is not because I'm having a panic attack.
He notices me staring at his lips and smirks, then slides his hand behind my neck, pulling my face closer to his.
Just before our lips meet, a voice in the back of my head screams 'You have to kill him! Don't do this!'
I turn my head and lean back, stopping myself. Elijah looks confused and hurt by the rejection, but doesn't say anything.
"Uh, I should go. It's getting late," he says after a while, breaking the deafening silence.
I nod in agreement.
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