He snatched my phone!
Walking down the hallway, I was replying to my best friend's text,
"Yes, I know he is hot but I am just a friend to him. Btw, he wore a black shirt yesterday and damnn, he looked delicious"
As soon as I pressed sent, my phone was snatched away from me. What the...?
Speak of the devil...
There he was, wearing a grin on his face and reading my message out loud. That grin. It took me a moment to realise that he was reading the messages. THE MESSAGES.
"You moron! Give me my phone back!", with a glare on my face, I bounced towards him.
"Ow ow! Who's the delicious guy? Mr. Hotty?", he put the phone high in the air, away from my reach.
"That's none of your business", I grunted, knowing well that there was no way I could reach that phone.
I started leaping towards the phone in the air , knowing full well that I was making fool of myself, while he started dodging me.
"Just give it to me!"
I decided to make one final jump when my foot slipped. My eyes closed when my face hit something hard and something, held my waist. Ready to face the embarrassment from falling, I opened my eyes, just to find my face struck to a chest, HIS CHEST, and his hand around my waist. I could smell his masculine scent and my eyes shamelessly toured the way up to his eyes. He looked even better this close, even when he wore a worried look.
"Are you okay? I am so sorry.", he said, putting me out of my lovely moment along with the lovely position and handed me my phone.
"It's okay. It wasn't your fault anyways. I was born messy", I said when I actually wanted to thank him and my messiness.
