Serena: Feel itMature

"I can feel it." I whispered as I lay curled in Evan's arms.


"The ink. I can feel it. Just a tingling sensation, every now and then." There was no reply so I looked up at him. His eyes were downcast and sorry. "Hey, what's up?" I asked, snuggling in to him.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"That you're having to go through all this. I'm sorry I can't just be a good boyfriend to you."

"But you are a good boyfriend."

"But I'm putting you in danger, I've shoved a whole new world on to you..."

"Hmmm, well it's exciting. It excites me." I bit my lip and smiled at him.

"Stop that." He muttered, smiling.

"Stop what?" I asked, breathing in the smell of him. God he smelled so good....

"Being so adorably flirtaceous." He kissed my forehead.

"No." I giggled, running my fingers across his chest and stretching my neck up for a kiss.

"Serena..." His voice had a deep, rumbling warning in it, as well as longing. "You want to wait remember? I want to wait."

"I know. But does that mean I can't be... what did you say? Oh yes." I trailed my fingers down his shirt again. "Adorably flirtaeous?"

"It definitely means that." He said, pushing me away.

"You're getting harder to resist." I whisper in to his neck.

"Me? You're the one who makes it hard to resist." He trailed his lips along my jaw line. "You're intoxicating."

"Now who's being adorably flirtaceous?" I whispered to him.

"We have to stop this. There's only three weeks."

"Three weeks is so long!" I complained, rolling off the bed and going over to my wardrobe. I pulled the black dress I had worn when he had cooked for me. "I'm going to wear this on my birthday, what do you think?"

"You'll look sexy again. It's a good job you'll only be wearing it for your birthday. I'm not sure I could cope with you wearing it before then."

"But you've seen it..."

"And that's exactly why I know."

I put the dress back smiling and opened the windows.

"What are you doing? Evan asked.

"Getting fresh air. It's good for you. "

"I'll tell you what else is good for you."


He winked.


I laughed and he laughed with me.

"We should do something." I said, still laughing.

"Ok. How about we watch a film?"

"No, we've done that too much."

"Alright, I could read to you."

"Sounds good." He settled back and kept peeking at my book.

"Oi, stop looking!" I cried, smacking him with the book.

The End

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