“Do you really have to go to your mom’s?” The guy laying on my bed comfortably without his shirt on said as I continue to pack my things.
“Mr. Donovan Pierce, would you please put your shirt back on?” I said, throwing him his shirt which he threw prior entering my room.
“Geez, Ms. Quentin Adair, do you really have to state my whole name?” He replied sitting up and putting his shirt back on.
I rolled my eyes and continued what I was doing. Don continued to pester me, making me lose focus on my chore. I let out an exasperated sigh and tackled him to the bed.
“Listen here, mister. You have to let me finish packing or else...” I said, straddling him.
“Or else what?”
He smirked, closing the space between us.
“Or else... I won’t let you touch me until I come back from my mom’s.”
His smirk fell as I removed myself from him.
That’s what I thought.
I finished packing without any more distractions from the sulking boy on my bed.
God, he’s cute.
I smiled at the thought and went near him.
“Stop sulking. It doesn’t suit you,” I stated, hovering over him.
He ignored my advances and just pouted. With that, I pinched his lips together, making him grunt in annoyance.
“So, you’re just going to ignore me until I go?” I asked as he pushed me off him gently.
I raised my brow at his actions and huffed loudly. I turned away from him and stalked to the bathroom angrily.
“Fine. I guess I’d be showering by myself then,” I shouted still in the bathroom.
As I took my clothes off, I heard Don entering the bathroom and taking his clothes off hurriedly. He went inside the shower and hugged me from behind.
“I’m sorry. I was just trying to make you spend more time with me before you go away for a week,” he whispered in my ear.
“Yeah, I know,” I replied, turning to him with a playful smirk on my face.
“I hate you,” he groaned and nuzzled my neck, knowing that I played him.
“I love you, too,” I answered, placing my hands on his cheeks and kissing him gently.