Kyle replies. “Besides, not exactly showing your girl how much of a decent boyfriend you are, are you?”
“Yeah, Kyle, that's right. My girl. Maddie is mine , and don't you forget that.” Braden lets him go and glares at him. “Try anything with her and a bottle won't be the only thing getting fuckin' broken.”
“Okay.” Ryan slips in. “Shows over, boys. Kiss and make up or get the fuck away from each other.”
“Oh, better late than never,” Lila mutters. “He'd be late to his own damn funeral.”
I snort and cover my mouth with my hand. Not the time. I drop it and look back towards Braden.
Megan says something to him, and he turns to look at me, a hint of regret in his blue eyes. I hold my stance, keeping his eye contact. Megan says something else, and he nods, moving forward. He takes my hand silently and leads me from the room.
“Party on, guys. Nothing to see!” Ryan yells as we head upstairs.
Braden leads me up two flights of stairs and unlocks a door. His room.
It's spotless. For some reason, I'm surprised, and I glance at him quickly. The dark covers on the bed stand out against the standard white walls, and a desk piled up with books sits in the corner. The only way you can tell it's a teenage boys room is by the large screen TV attached to the wall above an Xbox. Naturally.
“Maddie?” He shuts the door and raises a hand to my face. “I'm sorry, Angel. I didn't mean for that to happen.”
“You seem to do a lot of things you don't mean, Braden,” I reply.
“I know. Always around you.” He smiles wryly. I shrug one shoulder. “I don't want you to think any differently of me because of that.”
Play the game, Maddie.
“Because of what?”
He quirks a brow and smiles. “The fact I nearly punched him in the face.”
“Why would I think any differently? Isn't that what you're supposed to do?” My eyes flicker to our clasped hands and back up to him.
“I think so.”
I laugh. “Wow, you really don't date.”
“Didn't, I didn't. I don't know if you noticed, but half the people downstairs just saw me go all protective over you.”
“Ah, yes. The caveman performance. Me, Braden. Maddie, mine. That?”
He chuckles. “Yes, that.”
“Well I doubt anyone's gonna try and take me now,” I say. “I think it's kinda obvious who thinks I belong to them.”
“Who thinks?” He steps closer.
“Yes, thinks.” I narrow my eyes slowly. “I don't belong to anyone but myself. My body and my life are mine to control, and being someone's girlfriend isn't gonna change that.”
“Usually, at this point, I'd admit how turned on I am but I think I'll just go for this: Maddie, you're mine. Like it or not, you are.” He cups my cheek.
“Your girlfriend. That's it. I still don't belong to you.”
“Why are you turning this into an argument?” he growls.
“I'm not!” I protest. “I just don't do that caveman thing, okay?”
“You are!”
“Now who's arguing?”
“Maddie.”
“Braden.”
“Do you ever shut up?”
“No. I don't.”
“Fantastic. I had to pick the girl who always talks.”
“Then I'll go and talk to someone who'll listen that isn't stuck in the Stone Ages!” I snatch my hand from his and spin towards the door.
“No you won't!” He growls again and pins me to the door.
“Stopping me already?” He's infuriating. Why am I doing this stupid challenge again?
“No, I'm just wondering if you're better at kissing than you are at talking.” His eyes fix on my lips, and my tongue flicks out, wetting them.
“Maybe I am, but if you keep talking you'll never find out, will you?”
He drops his head and softly presses his lips against mine. One of his hands slide around my waist, pulling me against him, and the other slides through my hair. I gasp as he gently sucks my bottom lip, and he takes his chance, slipping his tongue into my mouth. My hands grip his arms, slide across his shoulders, and link behind his neck.
He's soft yet probing as he
“Yeah, Kyle, that's right. My girl. Maddie is mine , and don't you forget that.” Braden lets him go and glares at him. “Try anything with her and a bottle won't be the only thing getting fuckin' broken.”
“Okay.” Ryan slips in. “Shows over, boys. Kiss and make up or get the fuck away from each other.”
“Oh, better late than never,” Lila mutters. “He'd be late to his own damn funeral.”
I snort and cover my mouth with my hand. Not the time. I drop it and look back towards Braden.
Megan says something to him, and he turns to look at me, a hint of regret in his blue eyes. I hold my stance, keeping his eye contact. Megan says something else, and he nods, moving forward. He takes my hand silently and leads me from the room.
“Party on, guys. Nothing to see!” Ryan yells as we head upstairs.
Braden leads me up two flights of stairs and unlocks a door. His room.
It's spotless. For some reason, I'm surprised, and I glance at him quickly. The dark covers on the bed stand out against the standard white walls, and a desk piled up with books sits in the corner. The only way you can tell it's a teenage boys room is by the large screen TV attached to the wall above an Xbox. Naturally.
“Maddie?” He shuts the door and raises a hand to my face. “I'm sorry, Angel. I didn't mean for that to happen.”
“You seem to do a lot of things you don't mean, Braden,” I reply.
“I know. Always around you.” He smiles wryly. I shrug one shoulder. “I don't want you to think any differently of me because of that.”
Play the game, Maddie.
“Because of what?”
He quirks a brow and smiles. “The fact I nearly punched him in the face.”
“Why would I think any differently? Isn't that what you're supposed to do?” My eyes flicker to our clasped hands and back up to him.
“I think so.”
I laugh. “Wow, you really don't date.”
“Didn't, I didn't. I don't know if you noticed, but half the people downstairs just saw me go all protective over you.”
“Ah, yes. The caveman performance. Me, Braden. Maddie, mine. That?”
He chuckles. “Yes, that.”
“Well I doubt anyone's gonna try and take me now,” I say. “I think it's kinda obvious who thinks I belong to them.”
“Who thinks?” He steps closer.
“Yes, thinks.” I narrow my eyes slowly. “I don't belong to anyone but myself. My body and my life are mine to control, and being someone's girlfriend isn't gonna change that.”
“Usually, at this point, I'd admit how turned on I am but I think I'll just go for this: Maddie, you're mine. Like it or not, you are.” He cups my cheek.
“Your girlfriend. That's it. I still don't belong to you.”
“Why are you turning this into an argument?” he growls.
“I'm not!” I protest. “I just don't do that caveman thing, okay?”
“You are!”
“Now who's arguing?”
“Maddie.”
“Braden.”
“Do you ever shut up?”
“No. I don't.”
“Fantastic. I had to pick the girl who always talks.”
“Then I'll go and talk to someone who'll listen that isn't stuck in the Stone Ages!” I snatch my hand from his and spin towards the door.
“No you won't!” He growls again and pins me to the door.
“Stopping me already?” He's infuriating. Why am I doing this stupid challenge again?
“No, I'm just wondering if you're better at kissing than you are at talking.” His eyes fix on my lips, and my tongue flicks out, wetting them.
“Maybe I am, but if you keep talking you'll never find out, will you?”
He drops his head and softly presses his lips against mine. One of his hands slide around my waist, pulling me against him, and the other slides through my hair. I gasp as he gently sucks my bottom lip, and he takes his chance, slipping his tongue into my mouth. My hands grip his arms, slide across his shoulders, and link behind his neck.
He's soft yet probing as he
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