Jealous?: B.E
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I was sprawled out on the couch in Billie’s living room, scrolling through my phone while she sat on the floor playing with Shark, her fluffy dog. Shark had somehow wiggled his way between her legs, lying on his back with his tongue hanging out as she scratched his belly.
“You’re so spoiled,” Billie cooed, grinning at the pup.
I glanced up from my phone, smiling at the scene in front of me. “Shark has the life, honestly.”
Billie looked at me with a mischievous glint in her eye, tilting her head slightly. “What, you jealous?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Of a dog?”
She smirked, her hand still scratching Shark’s belly. “You wish that was you, huh?”
My jaw dropped, and I grabbed a pillow from the couch, tossing it at her. “Billie!”
She laughed, dodging the pillow easily. “What? I’m just saying!”
“You’re impossible,” I said, sliding off the couch to sit on the floor with her.
“Admit it,” she teased, her blue eyes sparkling with amusement.
“Never,” I shot back, lunging forward to grab her wrist.
Billie laughed, trying to pull away, but I didn’t let go. Instead, I pushed her back gently, and we tumbled into a playful wrestling match. Shark barked excitedly, jumping up to join the chaos, his tail wagging wildly.
“Okay, truce!” Billie gasped between laughs as I pinned her arm to the floor.
“Say you’re sorry,” I demanded, grinning down at her.
“Sorry you’re jealous?” she quipped, her smirk widening.
I groaned, and before I could retaliate, she shifted her weight, flipping us over so she was on top. “Gotcha,” she said triumphantly.
“Fine, you win,” I muttered, rolling my eyes but laughing despite myself.
Billie leaned down slightly, her face just inches from mine. “Of course I do,” she said softly, her teasing tone fading into something warmer.
My breath hitched as her knee brushed against my leg, and she seemed to notice, her smirk returning. “What’s the matter?” she asked, her voice dripping with mock innocence.
“You’re the worst,” I muttered, though my voice lacked any real conviction.
Billie grinned, leaning in to press a soft kiss to my lips. It started light and playful, but as I kissed her back, it deepened, my hands moving to her waist.
Shark barked again, interrupting the moment, and Billie pulled back with a laugh. “Shark’s jealous now,” she said, glancing at the dog.
“Good,” I teased, wrapping my arms around her to pull her closer. “He had his turn.” I burst out laughing as she kissed my cheek.
We were still laughing at Shark’s antics when Billie suddenly stood, brushing herself off with a dramatic sigh.
“Alright, that’s it,” she said, her blue eyes gleaming with a mix of frustration and amusement.
“What’s it?” I asked, tilting my head and raising a brow at her.
She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she stepped forward in one fluid motion, her hands sliding under my legs and around my back. Before I could react, she scooped me up effortlessly.
“Billie!” I squealed, my arms flying around her neck as I clung to her. “What are you doing?”
“Relocating,” she said simply, her smirk widening as she carried me toward her room. “Shark can’t keep crashing our moments.”
I huffed a laugh, my cheeks burning as I caught the mischievous glint in her eye. “He’s just a dog!”
“And I love him,” Billie said, nudging her bedroom door open with her foot, “but I don’t want to traumatize him for life.”
She set me down gently on the edge of her bed, and as I steadied myself, she turned to shut the door. The soft click of the lock made my stomach flutter.
“Billie, Shark can’t even open doors,” I teased, crossing my arms.
Her lips twitched as she turned back to face me, leaning against the door with a smug expression. “No, but I feel better knowing we won’t have any unexpected furry spectators.”
“Dramatic much?” I quipped, trying to hide the way her intense gaze sent a shiver through me.
“Maybe,” she admitted, taking a slow step toward me. “But if you haven’t figured it out yet, I have a flair for the dramatic.”
She stopped in front of me, her hands finding my waist as she leaned down, her blue eyes locking with mine. “And you love it.”
I rolled my eyes, though my cheeks betrayed me by heating up. “You’re ridiculous,” I muttered, trying to sound unimpressed.
Billie tilted her head, her smirk widening. “Ridiculously into you,” she murmured, leaning closer until her breath was warm against my cheek.
My breath hitched as she trailed her fingers up my sides, brushing just under the hem of my shirt. “You’re such a tease,” I said, my voice shaky.
“And you make it so easy,” she shot back, her lips grazing my jawline.
I bit my lip, trying to hold back a giggle as her hands slid to my hips. “Are you always this cocky?”
Billie pulled back just enough to look at me, her blue eyes glinting with amusement. “Only when I’m right.”
Before I could come up with a retort, she leaned in, capturing my lips in a slow, deliberate kiss. Her hands slid to the small of my back, pulling me closer as the kiss deepened.
When she finally pulled back, her lips were swollen, and her smirk was downright devilish. “Still think I’m ridiculous?”
“Absolutely,” I said breathlessly, though the way I leaned in for another kiss said otherwise.
She chuckled against my lips, her hands moving to cradle my face as she kissed me again, softer this time. Her thumbs brushed over my cheeks, her touch tender despite the electric tension filling the room.
“You’re trouble,” I whispered between kisses.
“And you wouldn’t have me any other way,” she whispered back, her voice low and full of affection.
The playful banter faded as we got lost in each other, the world outside her locked door fading into irrelevance.
