"Now who is gonna wash the dishes?" She looked at me, since she cooked and carried burdens for me. I think washing the dishes is not that bad.
"Do you have an extra shirt?" I asked, well, I don't think a shirt of her would fit me,
"Oh I do," She came to her room and handed me a t-shirt, it was a t-shirt for men, why does she have one, and whose is this?
"Whose shirt is this? Do you have a boyfriend?" I was taken back as I look at the shirt, seriously?
"Oh, I do. He's gone to France and since I just felt I needed someone's company I thought of you" I cannot determine if she's teasing or telling the truth!
"Oh, really?" I removed my long sleeves in a little stripping way, and I saw her body stiffen. I walked towards her and she stepped backward, but she got stocked and bumped into her own book rack.
"Yes r-really" I looked directly into her eye, making sure not to loose eye contact, I cupped her face, and I kissed her with so much anticipation, when I knew she's enjoying it, I stopped and look at her.
"Then break up with him, you are mine, only mine, and those lips are only mine, your looks and even your strawberry sent." I demanded! I feel so demanding! Protective as if she was mine! I wanted her to be mine!
"Well then my body is his" she said while looking down to her foot, Is she really pissing me off? I raised her face and I'd have to let her know that she is mine,
"No, Vella. This, you, your body the whole you is mine, you understand that?"
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