Back To You.

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° Her eyes were beautifully gift wrapped, like lashes of velvet ribbon, and everytime she opened them, it felt like Christmas. It is Christmas°
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|Slight Improvisation of a quote by Micheal Fraduat|

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🎶You really really love me

You know me and you love me

And that's the kind of thing I always hoped I'll find

Always thought I was hard to love till you made it seem so easy🎶

Chapter Sixteen

+Caden's Point of View+

"Are you seriously not talking to me?" I asked, staring at Vanilla

She ignored me, seating comfortably on the grey couch, scooping in Ice Cream. I stared at her hard, It's Christmas for fucks sake!, and she's not talking to me. She's currently wearing my Yellow hoodie and my blue boxers, She's not really showing skin, but she still makes my heart leap. She packed her hair in a ponytail, I don't like it, I like her hair down.

"Vanilla" I whined, putting my hands into my pocket, touching the tiny circular surprise in it

She kept on ignoring me, I can't take this "Babe" I whined harder, seating beside her. Still ignoring me, she dropped the empty cup on the table, and she leans fully on the couch

"You have a little something here" I said as I thrust my tongue out, licking her lower lip, I expected her to push me away -- She's angry right? --, but she doesn't, rather she crawls to my lap, her lips fully on mine, She circled her hand round my neck as I deepened the kiss, my hands ventured lower, squeezing her ass a little, She moaned out, I smirked on her lips, that seem to break her out of her lust induced kiss, She hopped up from my lap, hissing angrily as she picked the Ice Cream cup, moving to the Kitchen.

Groaning aloud, I followed her "We've not opened our presents yet, and it's noon already, We still have to meet Parker and his bit ---, his girlfriend, Why are you angry?" I said

She kept ignoring me, walked back to the couch, I stared at her hair, my hand was tangled in it all night till this morning, I still can't believe she's mine, Fiona Kings is mine, Damn, how did I get so lucky

"I'm angry" She finally said

"Obviously" I said as I sat beside her

"Because you won't let me go down on you"

I chocked on goddamn air, I coughed violently "What?" I asked after my coughing fit subsided

"You won't let me go down on you. My legs are wobbly all because a certain someone had his head between my thighs overnight, and you won't let me return the pleasurable gesture, I don't know why?, and it annoys me, I feel like you're disgusted in me, maybe my scars are finally making you disgusted, I don't kn ---"

I cut her off by freeing her hair from it's stupid ponytail. I placed my hand on her ass as I carried her to my lap "You talk too much" I smiled nervously, how will I say this? "Fiona, I don't want you to feel like you owe me something. I'm in love with you, and I can spend the rest of my life in between you thighs, you don't have to return the gesture, I'm not loving you because I want something from you, I'm loving you because I love you, Do you understand?" I said, my hands in her hair