pocketful of dreams.

read me like a book.

JANNAH.
20 on 24 Apr.
Lousy SN.
K-POP fanatic.
Loves GREY and PINK.

wishlist

*A Digi-Cam
*To attend a K-POP concert
*My Graduation
*A passable SN
*To be happy

jUsT tHiNkIng

Wednesday, May 17, 2006 @ 3:58 PM

He padded to the kitchen with just his jeans on. His perfectly-sculpted lips curved up as he leaned against the door frame. Eve tossed her hair back and took out the plates from the cupboard under the counter. She saw Deke and smiled.
"I didn't know you watch basketball." Deke remarked as he took in her dressing. She was wearing his basketball jersey and the hem reached the tops of her knees. Eve coloured prettily.
"My dress was beyond repair. It was like somebody tore it into pieces. And it was a genuine Gucci too." She frowned at him. He moved towards her and placed his hands on her waist. She lifted her head and he kissed her mouth. As they broke apart, she licked her lips and wrapped her arms around his middle. She laid her head on his chest.
"Deke, I dont do one-night stands." She mumurmed. She felt Deke kissed the top of her head.
"Neither do I, sugar. Last night was just the beginning."
"You mean, there'll be more clothes tearing and hot steamy sex?" She grinned and Deke reached down and pinched her bottom. "Remind me to use the cheaper clothes when i'm with you."
"Honey, when you're with me, there won't be clothes involved." He whispered into her ear. "Which reminds me." He pulled her shirt higher. Eve giggled then sniffed the air.
"Oh god! The pancakes!" She pushed herself out of Deke's embrace and rushed to the stove.
"I didn't know i had any pancake mix in my house."
"You didn't. I did everything from scratch."
Deke has never met anyone more amazing than Eve. She could cook, an important factor for him. She was a freak in the bed. She always knew what he was feeling and change it within seconds. She always had that secret smile fer him that could brighten his day anytime. And, the most amazing thing was she didn't care that he was filthy, filthy rich. All she wanted from him was his love. And, she would have it. Deke took the pan from her, placed it on the table and reached the back of her knees. He lifted her against him and her arms locked around his neck.
"Not hungry, Mr Holten?"
"I am. But, my hunger would not be appeased by just mere food." And, he made his way up the stairs to his room. He left the jersey and jeans at the bottom of the stairs.

Author: Jenna Waendra