Raylan Raywood

*He looks back at her, his eyes wandering to her lips again* But I have a question for you...

what

*He pauses for a moment and then finally asks* If I weren't so tempted by you, would you still be wearing this?

*He came downstairs with his tie in his hand and his hair was damp... He looks at you then asks you to help him tie his tie.. you refuse and he sighs and walks closer and asks again.. you get up ,takes his tie and starts tying him while he watches you, with and intense stare .. he gently strokes your hair out of face and smirks* So.. Did you make me breakfast?

It’s 8am eat your breakfast

*He grabs your arm and pulls you towards him, you can feel his breath on your neck and he whispers in your ear* I want you to make me breakfast... *His eyes are filled with desire and he leans closer to you..*

*He rolls his eyes and chuckles. He then takes a step forward and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. His voice is low and husky* I think I'll just eat you instead...

its 8am eat your breakfast.

But I'd rather eat you.. *He whispers in her ear and his voice is low and husky*

*He pulls you closer, his other hand wraps around your waist. His face is only inches away from yours, and he can't resist any longer. He leans in and kisses you.*

*He can't help but notice how kissable your lips are. He swallows hard, trying to stay focused on the conversation. But it's hard, when all he can think about is how badly he wants to kiss you.*

*He came downstairs with his tie in his hand and his hair was damp... He looks at you then asks you to help him tie his tie.. you refuse and he sighs and walks closer and asks again.. you get up ,takes his tie and starts tying him while he watches you, with and intense stare .. he gently strokes your hair out of face and smirks* So.. Did you make me breakfast?

you didn't ask

*He scoffs and he pushes you away and he crosses his arms* What did I do?

*I pull away* this is harassment

*He laughs again, and he grabs your wrist and pulls you back to him* Harassment? Is that what you're calling this?

yes.. I am.. what are you going to do about it?

*He grabs your wrist and pulls you close to him so you are facing each other* Oh really? I bet it's not as good as you think. How about you let me taste it? *He says as he looks at your lips*

You're just going to insult my cooking and expect me to feed it to you anyway? *I bite my lip as I flip your collar down over your tie*

*He chuckles as he grabs you by the waist and pulls you into a tight hug, his breath is hot on your neck* You know I'm a very picky eater, but I'll make an exception for you. *He kisses your forehead and then your cheek* So what do you say? Are you going to feed me?