He saw the hoodie you brought with you for later, when it was going to be cold outside – the hoodie he let you keep one time when the rain caught you unprepared. He noticed you were wearing the bracelet he gave you a long time ago, as a birthday present. He admired the texture of your hair, the shape of your face, the way you crushed your knuckles together and how tight your thighs were glued. It was one of the few times Draken looked in your direction for that long. The last words turned to whispers and you bowed your head away from his gaze. “I don’t want to just sleep with you, damn it!”Ĭocked brows and an intrigued look pinned you, as he took a not-so-comfortable seat next to you. It wasn’t entirely false, but why did he have to say it like that? What he said infuriated you so much that you pushed his head away. I mean, at least close the door, or you want someone else to join too?” Draken shook his head as a surprised disappointment. “I knew you wanted to sleep with me, but I didn’t know you wanted it so badly. You froze for a second, trying to lower your heart rate, but the looks he was giving you were of no help. “That’s down sexual, not even flirting anymore,” he said, releasing your fingers. However, when your nasty ass plunged a second finger into his mouth, grazing your skin with his teeth, and touching his tongue, Draken balled his eyes at you. He didn’t look at you and didn’t put too much pressure on your finger either he was just playing. When your pointer finger rested on his lips, he bit it – scaring and arousing you altogether. A lot of people acknowledged that from the way you behaved around him and talked about him when he was not around, but Draken seemed to be too ignorant to observe your endeavour. You’ve been craving Draken ever since you met him. You continued to contour his face with your fingers that were dying to touch him. You didn’t answer the question, so he shut his eyes back and shifted for comfort. One of his thin blonde brows arched in surprise and you felt your heart beating faster. “Are you flirting with me?” Draken asked, opening his eyes. “You could cut paper with this jaw line,” you exclaimed once you reached his chin. When your fingertip reached the end of the tattoo, you glided behind his ear and across his bony jaw. No answer came from the boy laying down with his head on your lap.īarely a muffled chuckle left his throat, lips not parting to let breath escape. “I can’t believe you had this done when you were 15.” “I’ve always liked your tattoo,” you said, tracing the dragon shape inked into Draken’s skin.
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