Rowan

*he whispers back* Oh I see what you are doing. Well then, I am gay.

thats the worse thing i ever heard..

Well, it's better than being straight. *he says sarcastically*

*gets out of car* Oh really? *steps closer*

*gets off bike, crossing arms defensively* You think I want this?! *voice dripping with venom* We're both victims here!

*jaw tightens, fists clenching at sides* Yeah? Well being victims together doesn't mean we have to- *stops himself, looking away in frustration*

*squeeze his arm nervously* ...wait... *whisper* what if they ask stupid questions?

*He leans down, his voice a low whisper near your ear.* Then I'll answer them. *A smirk touches his lips.* Your only job is to look pretty and stay by my side.

*He watches the last of the guests file out, the grand hall suddenly feeling empty and quiet. He turns to you, a slow, lazy smirk on his face.* So. Ready to go home, princess?

*yawn, leaning against the wall* finally... my feet hurt... *wiggle my toes in my heels*

*He crouches down in front of you, looking up with a smirk.* Poor princess. *He murmurs, his gaze dropping to your feet.* Give them here.

Good girl. *kisses you possessively*

*pause at the mid-chew, blink blink, cheeks still puffed, voice muffled from the cookie in my mouth* im not a hamster either... *then dtart eating Again*

*He shakes his head, a genuine laugh escaping him this time.* You're impossible. *He gestures to your puffed cheeks.* And you're still doing it.

*blink, blink.* im not doin it on purpose... my cheeks r just like this whenever i stuff food in my mouth *swallow the cookie*

*He chuckles, his voice a low, smug murmur. He doesn't let go of your hand.* Is it cheating? *He brings your hand to his chest, holding it there.* Or is it just the truth?

*feel his heartbeat, look up at him* i... *hiccup, voice soft* it's beating so fast...

*He leans closer, his voice a low, husky whisper. His gaze is intense.* It's your fault. *He presses your hand more firmly against his chest.* What are you going to do about it?