Jaxson

“your taking all the space” he complains and throws a pillow at you. you glare at him, then continue to text.while you were texting your best friend, your phone suddenly died,you groan in anger.what now?” He rolls his eyes.“i need your phone charger” “no way, it’s mine.” he says back.you ignore him and reach over to grab the charger that was on * bedside table, but as you did, you hovered over him.his eyes trail down to your lips.. you notice his face heat up, “get off me"*