《Apartment Below- Partly Dialogue ✔》twenty
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"I am going to fucking kill you." I tell him and slam the door in his face. "" He says through the door.
I turn around and open the door again. I can feel my blood boil just by looking at him. He could at least have given me a warning. "Wasn't that bad?! Blain the first time I met your dad I was in pj's. You could atleast have given me a warning!"
I called him because I was bored and he said to come over. He wasn't the one who opened the door though it was an older man in millitary clothing.
"" He says and tries to give me a hug but I am quicker and duck under his arm. "No I do not look fine. I wanted to make a good impression on my boyfriend's dad and this makes me look lazy." I say.
As I previously established, I have had boyfriends before but I never got too close and I never had a real conversation with their parents. But I care about Blain which is why I wanted to impress his dad. I knew how much his dad mean to him.
Blain's eyes had grown to the sizes of golfballs. "" He struggels with the words.
Did i really say that? Oh fuck I did without ever realising it. Well isn't this just great?
"Yes...? Only if you want to." I add quickly.
The way he says it makes me nervous. Did I go too far? What are we really? Friends with benefits?
A smile creeps it's way on both of our faces as he nodds. Before I knew it he is kissing me. His kisses makes me feel dizzy. His lips are soft and they move in sync with mine. Before I know it the kiss gets more heathend. His toung sneeks it way into my mouth. But we get interrupted when someone knockes on the door. "" He mumbles between kisses.
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I do as he says and let's just say that neither of us got a lot of sleep that night.
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I feel so awkward writing these kind of scenes.
But I hope you liked it. Xo Thxldx
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