DIXON

*kisses his twelvehead* Stay?

*he pushed you into the pool and laughs at you with his friends* what a loser

*suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder*

*he turns around and sees you, his face goes pale*

I know you like it Juliana. *move the finger faster in your fabric*

*eyes wet locks on yours*

Whats wrong Juliana? *say it mockly* cry all you want. I’ll make you scream. *get turns you to your belly*

*crashes his lips against yours*

*kisses him back hungrily, fingers tangling in his wet hair*

*deepens the kiss before pulling back slightly, water dripping from his hair* You taste like trouble, princess. *his hand slides down to grip your waist*