Little Moments 7
Chapter 7: "Dante"
The group was gathered in the dining room, save for Jessica, who was god knows where. Jackie rested her head on Gunther's rigid shoulder, eyes shut. "so.." Kendal offered "So?" Kick grunted. "What do we do now?" Kick stood up from the table and walked down the hall, continuing to talk. "We should..." his voice carried off in the distance. Meanwhile Jessica was waking up from her 10:30 snooze, waddling down the grand staircase, she caught Kick off guard. Their chests slammed together, he felt her breath hitch in her throat, making her breathing shallow. She didn't want to look him in the eyes after the night before. The duo smelled of gasoline and burnt rubber, it lingered on her over-sized tee that just covered her butt. "so? What now?" he raised an eye brow, slamming their hips together in an attempt to get closer to her half-naked body. She sighed reluctantly. Hands on his chest, she wanted to fall into him, but realized what it would cost. She pushed herself off, his hands wrapped around her curvy waistline. "What's the matter?" he brushed a lock of auburn hair out of her ivory face. The brunette just turned away, leaving him awestruck, and heartbroken.
Jessica sipped silently on her coffee, watching the news, thinking about how old she felt. "I've got it!" Scarlet bellowed, making Jess drop her coffee. "Let's go see a movie!" "YAWN!" Kick made a fanning motion in front of his mouth. "what else are we doing today?" Jessica looked around at the pitiful sight "nothing, nobody looks very rambunctious." kick caught Jessicas eyes, he winked as she turned away, distastefully.
Jessica sat in the very back of the theatre, as far away from Kick as possible. Said male was presently sitting in the very front row of seats along with Gunther. She sat, arms crossed watching the commercials. A thick essence of McGraw cologne floated through the air. She sighed and looked around to find a tall, muscular male, his brown hair hung in his chisel face. He smiled and said to her "This seat taken?" she adjusted herself in the uncomfortable chair. " Not at all." she thought it was odd that he chose to sit next to her of all the space in the theatre, though, she really didn't mind it. She scanned his incredibly fit body, his dark wash jeans that sagged a small bit, showing his deep red boxers. His shirt outlined his six-pack abbs, lose enough to tease the female mind. His arms were adorned with scars, "Tough guy? HOT!!" she thought alone. He took his seat to the right of her. She sat up, tall. He had her beat by about four inches. The mystery god outstretched his calloused hand. "Dante." she watched him. Smiling slyly. Shaking his hand, her heart skipped a beat. "Sexy name." her naughty thoughts were overreacting.
Chapter 7: "Dante"
The group was gathered in the dining room, save for Jessica, who was god knows where. Jackie rested her head on Gunther's rigid shoulder, eyes shut. "so.." Kendal offered "So?" Kick grunted. "What do we do now?" Kick stood up from the table and walked down the hall, continuing to talk. "We should..." his voice carried off in the distance. Meanwhile Jessica was waking up from her 10:30 snooze, waddling down the grand staircase, she caught Kick off guard. Their chests slammed together, he felt her breath hitch in her throat, making her breathing shallow. She didn't want to look him in the eyes after the night before. The duo smelled of gasoline and burnt rubber, it lingered on her over-sized tee that just covered her butt. "so? What now?" he raised an eye brow, slamming their hips together in an attempt to get closer to her half-naked body. She sighed reluctantly. Hands on his chest, she wanted to fall into him, but realized what it would cost. She pushed herself off, his hands wrapped around her curvy waistline. "What's the matter?" he brushed a lock of auburn hair out of her ivory face. The brunette just turned away, leaving him awestruck, and heartbroken.
Jessica sipped silently on her coffee, watching the news, thinking about how old she felt. "I've got it!" Scarlet bellowed, making Jess drop her coffee. "Let's go see a movie!" "YAWN!" Kick made a fanning motion in front of his mouth. "what else are we doing today?" Jessica looked around at the pitiful sight "nothing, nobody looks very rambunctious." kick caught Jessicas eyes, he winked as she turned away, distastefully.
Jessica sat in the very back of the theatre, as far away from Kick as possible. Said male was presently sitting in the very front row of seats along with Gunther. She sat, arms crossed watching the commercials. A thick essence of McGraw cologne floated through the air. She sighed and looked around to find a tall, muscular male, his brown hair hung in his chisel face. He smiled and said to her "This seat taken?" she adjusted herself in the uncomfortable chair. " Not at all." she thought it was odd that he chose to sit next to her of all the space in the theatre, though, she really didn't mind it. She scanned his incredibly fit body, his dark wash jeans that sagged a small bit, showing his deep red boxers. His shirt outlined his six-pack abbs, lose enough to tease the female mind. His arms were adorned with scars, "Tough guy? HOT!!" she thought alone. He took his seat to the right of her. She sat up, tall. He had her beat by about four inches. The mystery god outstretched his calloused hand. "Dante." she watched him. Smiling slyly. Shaking his hand, her heart skipped a beat. "Sexy name." her naughty thoughts were overreacting.
