Paxton Flynn

I snuggled in closer to the warm body, smiling to myself like a mouse on hash cheese. There wasn't anything remotely funny. In fact nobody was uttering a word and yet I was smiling and getting the fluttering feelings in my tummy.

"What?"

"Huh?" I crane my neck to catch a glimpse of his fine fine face.

"Why are you smiling?" He asks his voice hoarse and lips pink. After math of chewing on his usual gum that I had to force him to throw out.

I don't bother asking him how he knew I was smiling. Mostly because I had trouble looking away from his pink hot...