𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐊𝐎𝐕 was the type of girl who wouldn't take shit from anyone.
𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐄 was the type of guy who would give her hell just to spite her.
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"Come on, Princess," Steven gently coaxes, trying to pry himself from my grip.
I groan, pressing myself further into his plain black shirt. "Five more minutes."
"Kitty's making pancakes today and I'm going to miss breakfast if I don't move it soon."
I open my eyes and shimmy myself up to his level so I can speak to him at his level. "No."
Amusement dances in his eyes as he scans my probably-unattractive face. I can feel my hair sticking to my forehead, and my lips are undoubtedly crusty since, according to him, I drool in my sleep. I can't imagine how he still wants to hold me when I'm in such a state, but I'm not one to complain.
He kisses the tip of my nose quickly and swipes a thumb over the corner of my mouth. "Please?"
I press my lips to his with a small smile. "I can make you breakfast."
He raises his eyebrows with a smirk. "Oh?"
I roll my eyes and push away from him. "That wasn't a sexual metaphor, asshole."
"Well, it made you get up."
"Yeah, and you'll still be late for breakfast."
I stalk off to the bathroom and get on with brushing my teeth. I watch him through the mirror as he steps in behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, burying his nose into the crook of my neck.
I lean forward to spit out my toothpaste. "Oh, so now you want the cuddles?"
He kisses my shoulder. "What do you mean? I always want the cuddles."
"Right, for a second, I forgot that you were a big softie inside," I tease.
He glares at me playfully. "I am not a softie. Especially not a big one."
"Wow, it looks like you're also a liar," I hum.
He says nothing, releasing me and nudging me to the side so we can share the sink.
"Aren't you so lucky that you brought over your toothbrush?" I simper.
"Mhm," he answers through a mouthful of toothpaste.
"You spend half of your nights here, anyway," I ramble. "I mean, I guess it makes sense 'cause of my close proximity to Eric's house, but doesn't Bud get annoyed with you when you don't come home?"
I wrinkle my nose as he gurgles the water, taking a moment before replying. "No, not really. He isn't home most of the time, anyway, so he doesn't notice."
