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Tyler's POV.

Breathe in, breathe out.

There's a tinny little angel wrapped around me and I feel like I'm suffocating, but in a good way you know. Her small arms are wrapped around my torso, her chest pressing into my back and her milky white thighs pressed to my jean covered ones. I want to run my hands up and down her thighs, its making it very hard for me to concentrate.

I can hear her excited squeals so I'm guessing she likes the speed. I didn't think she knew anything about bikes. Not that I'm stereotyping her or anything, but I expected her to be at least a little scared of it, not tell me every fucking detail. I come to a stop outside my house and her arms loosen their hold on me before completely letting go. I ignore the wave of disappointment that crashes into me.

She hops off and I follow, helping her take off the helmet. Her hair tumbles out of the messy bun she put it in before wearing the helmet, falling down to her waist in soft waves. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes twinkling in excitement. Her gorgeous red lips spread into a smile. What I wouldn't do to kiss her right now.

"That was awesome!" She cheers, a bubbly laugh coming out of her.

"Calm down bike expert, we've got work to do," I state matter of factly, opening my front door.

"Ladies first," I say with an exaggerated sweep of my hand. She steps in, giving me an amused smile. I follow her down the small hallway that opens into my living room. Her hips sway seductively in her tiny skirt as she walks. Don't even get me started on her thigh high socks. How can someone be so innocent yet so sexy? She stops suddenly, gasping in amazement and I crash into her. She bends forward slightly, pushing her ass into my groin before straightening. I stiffen. Fuuuuck.

"Woah," she breathes, looking around with wide eyes as she steps away from me. She runs her delicate fingers along the spines of the books on my shelf. I stand in the same spot she left me in, trying to think of something to get rid of the problem downstairs. This task however, proves very difficult because my eyes refuse to leave her beautiful body. I want to pull her hair, push her against that shelf and fuck her senseless.

Get a grip Tyler. Get a fucking grip.

"I've gotta go take a shower, make yourself at home," I say distractedly as I speed walk to my room. Time for a cold, cold shower. Hopefully, I won't have to take another one. My subconscious scoffs. Idiot.

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I frown the moment I come out of my room. It's quiet, too quiet. I walk quickly down the stairs, panicking for some reason. I look around the living room and my shoulders sag in relief when I spot her. She's curled up on the corner of my couch, with her feet tucked under her and her head resting on the armrest. Her jacket covering her as a make shift blanket.

Her hair is sprawled all over, covering half her face. Her kissable....I mean full lips parted slightly as she breathes softly. The light from my window hits her perfectly and she seems to glow, like my own personal angel. I fight the urge to smile and kneel beside her. My hand seems to have a mind of its own.

I reach out and brush the hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. It's soft and silky, I observe as I run my fingers through it. She smiles in her sleep. I cup her cheek, brushing my thumb over her high cheekbones and smile.

"Bennet," she whispers in her sleep and my hand freezes, the smile dropping from my face.

I pull away and she frowns, her eyes fluttering open. She yawns and stretches her arms above her head, her jacket dropping to reveal her scantily clad body. What the actual fuck is she wearing. Its a small pink thing that only wraps around her ample breasts. I scowl darkly at her. She shivers and slips into her jacket, buttoning it up all the way.

"Did you sleep well princess?" I question darkly. She freezes and looks up at me, her eyes glowing.

"First of all, only my daddy calls me princess," her voice has an edge to it as she speaks, "and second of all, you told me to make myself at home idiot," she says, poking her finger into my chest as she stands. I take a step back, shocked. Nobody, and I mean nobody, talks to me like that, especially not a girl. I am strangely turned on right now. I should probably talk to someone about that. She pinches the bridge of her nose and mutters under her breath.

"Let's just get this assignment over with okay," she states tiredly, ploping back down onto the chair and I suddenly feel guilty.

Why are you feeling guilty? You didn't call out someone else's fucking name did you? My subconscious sneers and my scowl deepens.

"Fine," I agree reluctantly, seating a safe distance away from her.

She tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear, rubbing her eyes.

"Why didn't you sleep yesterday?" The question is out of my mouth before I can stop it. She raises her eyebrows, amusement shining in her tired eyes. She ponders the question for a bit before shrugging.

"I was taking care of my sister," she answers with a soft smile, probably thinking about her sister.

"You have a small sister?" I question, strangely intrigued. I want to know everything about her.

"Kinda," she says with a small laugh. My brows furrow in confusion.

"What do you mean?" I question, voicing my confusion.

"We're twins but I'm older by ten seconds," she answers, still smiling. My eyes widen and I smirk to myself. So there is another sexy little vixen out there. Interesting.

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