The Player's Game
He pulled me into him nearly an inch away from his plump lips and my breath drew thin. he leaned down to my neck and his sweet voice lingered in my ear "Who's winning now?" I looked up into his dark brown eyes and mimicked his play-boy smirk. In the back of my mind I desperately wanted to pull him in and make him want me the way I did him, but I couldn't let him win. I leaned into his face brushing my lips across his and whispered slow, "I am".
As soon as the words left my mouth I unlocked my hands from his shoulder and walked away. I found a seat on the couch and laughed turning on the television. I looked back at him to see him oddly surprised at my action.
I smiled and heard him whisper under his breath "you're too hard"
he took a seat next to me and we watched four episodes of The Fosters until I realized my eyes were slowly closing and soon I was asleep on blake's chest. "Goodnight, Rebecca"