Slowly grazing your thighs.. touching you in a different way for the first time.. is so exciting for him. In fact.. too exciting. Because now he's gripping your thighs—pulling you closer underneath him!

You can't help but let out a soft gasp, his touches sending shivers down your spine. The bed feels so soft under you.. but not as soft as his lips massaging yours time and time again. The way he growls ignites something within you—and you smile shyly, shifting beneath him. There's a burning desire in your eyes that fuels the two of you, making every kiss more electric than the last.

Feeling courage surge within you, you flip him so that he's beneath you! However, he immediately sits up—unwilling to relinquish dominance. Undeterred, you trail your fingers down his back, slipping beneath his white T-shirt—feeling the warmth of his skin. Running your hands through his fluffy, jet black hair, you revel in the sensation as he reciprocates by gently tracing the curve of your spine. The heat between you intensifies with each touch, his hands moving faster as you clutch his hair—and pulls him closer.

You just. can't. get enough of him.

"You smell so good," you murmur in between your kisses.

With a smirk, he whispers, "And you taste like strawberries," before pulling you into another kiss.

"This is my favorite gloss for the month, so—"

But he interrupts you with another kiss, growling—

"I love strawberries."

And your kisses grow hungrier.

He moves his hands from your hip—reaching for your hand.. sliding up.. towards the strap of your bra. Sensing what's about to happen, you start to get nervous—and your hand grabs his.

"Ty—wait."

You pull him away—and you lock eyes. There's something primal in his gaze—hunger that matches yours. However.. like a flip finally switched, your eyes widen.. and you see his expression shifts. His eyes widening.. while you find yourself repeatedly knitting your eyebrows in disbelief. Frozen in horror, the two of you just stare at each other.. until—

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Both of you scream simultaneously—leaping away from each other and tumbling off the bed in a heap! After finding a moment as realization set in, Tyler scrambles to your side to check on you. "Shit! Em, are you okay?!"

To find you already rubbing the back of your head—but when you shift your gaze up and see him.. you end up screaming again, leaping to your feet!

"GODDAMN—!"

Tyler jumps a few steps away, his hands raised in front of his stomach in a calming gesture. "Oookay, okay, you need to calm down,"

"How am I supposed to calm down, you dumbass! We almost—" you scream, your panic attack escalating as Tyler hesitantly starts to panic too, "how could you be so calm?!"

"Calm?! How can this be calm, you moron!" Tyler raises his trembling hands defensively.

"Y—you—why did you kiss me?!"

"You kissed me first!"

"No I didn't—" you start to protest—but once you rewind the scenes.. "ok yes, I did, but—" letting out a desperate cry, you fall to the floor in fake tears. Tyler's panic turns to concern as he watches you, and you both exchange nervous glances.

Reluctantly.. he sits in front of you, brow furrowed. The two of you exchange knowing glances until he rests his forehead against your shoulder and whispers, "I'm sorry.."

Feeling overwhelmed by the whole situation, you run your fingers through his fluffy hair and reply, "I—I'm sorry too.." leaning your head to his while closing your eyes.

As Tyler finally sits up straight and looks at you, you both can't help but chuckle nervously, embarrassed. You bite your lip, trying to suppress your nervous laughter.

With round eyes, Cavill stares at the way your bottom lip cushions your white teeth.. the way the teeth drag and bounce the lips in slow motion.. and fire ignites inside of him again.

...

What the fuck is going on.. the way she bites her lip like that.. Fuck Tyler, knock it off!

Starting to see you in a different light, he notices the rosy blush on your cheeks as you smile warmly at him. He watches as you play your hair in your hands nervously—finding it cute.

So this is what you'll do after you kiss..

He licks his lips—when he feels a tinge of familiarity. Licking the inner of lips.. a smirk forms on his lips.

"You kind of.. bit me," Tyler smirks, chuckling.

Taken aback, embarrassment visible on your tomato face as your eyes widen. "Oh! I—I'm sorry, does it hurt—" you panic, gently touching his lip and jaw, checking for any bruise you might've caused.

"So that's how you kiss, huh?"

Startled by his remark, you lean away.. only to find him already smirking devilishly at you. Once he catches your cheek, he pinches them, praising, "Not bad, dork."

Your heart races wildly as embarrassment floods over you, prompting you to bury your face in his shoulders to hide your flaming cheeks. You feel his hand on the back of your head, ruffling your hair playfully.

But you feel frustration seeping over you—abruptly, you stand up. dash away. and collapse onto the bed—burying your face in one of the pillows to muffle your scream.

"Argh!!! Fuck! What just happened?!"

He sighs before standing up to follow you, plopping down beside you on the bed. Sensing his presence, you turn to face him. Helplessness washes over you as you wearily search his eyes.. to say,

"Ty.. did I just cheat?"

Tyler goes silent, appearing conflicted for a moment—before tilting his head and huskily mumbles, "Technically.. yes.. and no."

"No? How—"

"Today's an exception, remember?"

"Oh—" you stare blankly in realization before murmuring, "but.."

"But do you like it?"

"Ty—please I think it's inappropriate for this moment to—" you begin, but you notice a hopeful look in his eyes.. and you exhale in resignation. "I didn't say that I.. don't.."

He smirks. "You like it, huh?"

"No I—" you start, but as clumsiness takes over and as you witness a lopsided grin playing in his mouth, you hit him—prompting a chuckle from him, clearly satisfied with your reaction.

Chuckling annoyingly, he teases, "You still gonna sleepover?"

"How the hell you still think I would—"

"I dare you then. Damn Winny, I didn't think you'd be a coward," he challenges, bouncing his eyebrows playfully.

"You did not just—because it's different now!"

Your own words catch you off guard, surprising even yourself. Feeling embarrassed, you turn away from him, avoiding his gaze. He watches your back intently, lost in thought—

"You know what? What if we make some adjustments for the 4th rule? Since—you know.." he suggests, moving closer behind you, his voice trailing off suggestively, "we're already.. breaking the og~" You remain silent, waiting. Until he finally whispers in your ear, "Strike off the No."

Nodding in agreement, you respond, "Ok, yes. No kissing."

Furrowing his brow, Tyler cocks his head behind you. "What? I said—"

"Y—you crazy?!"

He pulls your waist closer, and you find yourself standing face-to-face—the proximity making you nervous. "W—we're too close.." you stammer. He gazes at you with a dazed expression and murmurs,

"We already did."

Slowly.. he leans in again, and you share another gentle kiss. As you cuddle, you can't shake off the strange feeling that washes over you, reminiscent of the way you felt when you saw him with his ex—and your heart simultaneously clenched. Tyler interrupts the moment with more kisses, and you feel a surge of frustration building within you. Wanting to put a stop to—this—you try to pull away, saying, "Ty, I'm serious, stop—"

"Why should I?" he insists, his lips finding yours again as he continues to shower you with kisses.

Because I could catch feelings..

In the brink of saying them out loud, you hold it in between his kisses—instead you say,

"This is just me being a rebound after your break up with Taylor, isn't it?"

Tyler immediately stops, looking away in irritation as he asks, "Did you seriously just bring her up right now?" However as the silence pursues, he looks back to you and notices the sadness in your expression as you look anywhere but him, and his tone softens. "What—Em, do you really think—?" tucking your hair gently behind your ear with his right hand, his left hand goes to search your palm to stroke them gently.

Remembering how you saw them—making out in front of you, you simply stare at him—before looking away again, frustration evident as you whisper, "I know it's not fair for me to—fuck this so messed up—"

"No." he interrupts firmly, making you meet his gaze again. "To make things clear, she never even crossed my mind since she ended things with me." You're left dumbfounded, contemplating his words. "So.. no. This.. is not me rebounding." he continues, reaching to trace the bones of your eyebrows.. Before his gaze finally meeting yours again and he whispers,

"You.. are never a rebound, Winters."

Sincerity shines in his eyes. You can't lie, his words affected you too much since now you're smiling sheepishly—suppressing a big grin from spreading across your face. You don't want to give him the satisfaction—but the change in your emotion doesn't go unnoticed, cos he lets out a lopsided smile.. before leaning in for another kiss.

However, his kisses quickly turn playful as he hugs you in place—peppering your whole face with kisses. "Stoppp!" you protest between fits of laughter.

With a mischievous grin, Tyler replies, "No," before showering you with more kisses.

"OMG, what should I do to make you stop?!"

"You can't," he chuckles, eyes twinkling with amusement.

You finally push him away, catching him off guard—to grab his face! Returning the favor by kissing his whole face—nonstop!

Looking up at you with a playful smirk, he lunges to tickle you! You giggle in ticklish delight, pleading for him to stop. "HAHAHA okay, okay—stoppp!"

The two of you giggles before settling into a comfortable silence, gazing at each other softly. Just like the beginning. You chuckle softly as you admire the way his almost-wavy hair dangles above you. Unable to resist, you reach up to graze your fingers through his hair, feeling the soft strands bounce between your fingers.

Tyler leans in slowly to kiss you again, and your hand gently holds his cheeks. As he pulls away to meet your gaze with a smile, you return his smile. He closes his eyes.. before nuzzling his nose against yours, hand still resting on your waist as he makes circles with his fingers. Inhaling his scent—feeling too comfortable, you feel your eyelids start to get drowsy.

"I'm sleepy."

He chuckles softly while still nuzzling his nose with yours as he asks, "You want to sleep?"

"I think I will in a few seconds," you reply as you kiss his nose, feeling the drowsiness deepens.

"Understandable. It's almost 12 anyway," he acknowledges before moving to lie down beside you, planting a sweet kiss on your forehead, then peppers your face with affectionate kisses—enveloping you in warmth and fuzziness.

Blurting out of habit, you mutter, "Bestfriends—"

"Nu uh uh, still boyfriend and girlfriend," he quickly interjects with a playful tone, not wanting to chant the usual routine tonight.

You shake your head, letting out a slight chuckle, "Right," so instead, you stroke the side of his head gently.. whispering, "Goodnight, Tyty.." before finally scooting closer to his chest, making his chest your pillow. Chuckling huskily, he kisses the top of your head.. and smiles.

"Goodnight, My Winny."

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