There you are in his house again, trapped in his hands and lips. The place any girl at your school would want to be at. His hands holding your waist tightly while his mouth is locked with your very slowly but needy wet kisses.

He breaks the kiss but still very close and whispers with that smirk. "My babygirl love that, doesn't she?"

You know it's corny the whole situation, but you swear with each moviment you fell butterflies.

He gives you one short kiss before saying again. "Just mine."