I'll play the villain.

“Really can’t keep me out of your mind. Huh, darling?” he says, right after you video call him. 

"Is that something you can say as someone who texts me all day long?" you ask. 

"Hmm...if that's what I have to do to keep your attention, I don't mind it at all," he chuckles.

"Why do you even want my attention so badly anyways? Don't you have something else to do, Mr. 'SuperHacker'?" 

"I could say the same to you. You're the one texting me back immediately. It's like waving a treat in front of a dog, I think it's cute when you get excited over my texts." 

 "Hah. Isn't it the other way around? You're the cat coming up to me, purring against my leg for a sprinkle of affection. I'm not that much of an asshole to ignore a little lost kitten," you say. 

 "Lost little kitten, huh? Is that what you see me as?" his grin grows.

You scoff, "What else would I see you as?" 

 "I don't know. But I don't think you would say this about your cat," he screen shares a video of you in a moment of weakness where you called him attractive. 

 You gasp, "You're playing dirty! How could you record that!".

"How could I not? You're practically shining when you're with me," he says. 

 "Funny way of saying you think I'm attractive." you roll your eyes. 

"Maaaaaaybe I just like seeing you piece it together. Your intelligence always astounds me."

"It's no fun solving a two-piece puzzle," you wave your finger at him.

"It kind of just feels like you can't muster up the courage to call me pretty." 

 "You're pretty," he says as he looks straight into your eyes. 

His grin fades into a soft smile. 

 He continues, "I can compliment you all day long. You're gorgeous. You're *so* attractive. My heart beats faster every time I see your face...but what gets me blushing harder is the little taunts that you throw at me." Your face flusters and your lips quiver. You're speechless.

He cocks his head and his cocky grin returns, "You deserve someone who has the courage to call you pretty. Better yet, someone who takes pleasure in calling you beautiful. And I want to be that man so, here I am." 

 Your hands are covering your face at this point, "You're playing dirty!" 

 "I'm happy to play dirty if that's what makes you smile. I'll play any villain if your smile is my reward."

A Playful Kiss

"Can I kiss you?" Micah asks out of nowhere. You think it's weird that he even asked you that I mean, he doesn't even like you...but you weren't going to let this chance pass up. After all, you've been crushing on him since...well, forever. So you say, "Yes."

He starts out by holding your hand and slowly glides his soft fingers up your arm, to your neck, and cups your ear. This feels much more intimate than a joke. His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips. He clasps your hand with this other hand and leans closer.

Your hand tightens with anticipation and his does the same. Your lips are inches from each other and he asks, "Are you sure?" Your heart is beating, your stomach is full of bubbles, your face is red and your adrenaline kicks in, "Shut up and kiss me".

But instead of kissing you, his anxious face turns into a smirk, "Maybe if you ask politely." There are a million things that go through your head. Is he joking? Are you fucking kidding me? Is he just teasing me? Does he know I like him? But reason is thrown out of your head.

So you let a whimper escape, "p-please kiss me." He whispers "Good job," centimeters from your face, and pulls you in for a kiss. His lips are soft, and he tastes like fruit punch. His hand is combing through your hair and you feel like jelly in his hands.

Held so delicately, but you feel like you can still melt any second. When he pulls away, he wipes off your mouth with his thumb. But when you try to do the same for him, he just licks his lips, "Nuh-uh, this?", he glances down real quick and you know he means your saliva on him. "It was a gift from you to me. And I'm keeping it."

micah's little meow meow

"So tell me, angel. When did you fall for me?" he asks, holding both of your hands sitting cross-legged in front of you on your bed. "Fall for you? Please. You fell for me and I picked you off the ground like a pet." "Aww, is that how-

you want to play it?" his thumb brushes over your thumb. A little shock runs through your spine when he does. "Play it? That's just how it happened, right? My little meow meow," you cock your head to the side, smirking.

"G-god, you're so cute." He covers his face with his hand. You were happy that the little nickname distracted him, after all...you were never going to tell him how soon you fell for him.

Focus

You only catch a glimpse of him dozing off before he gives you that devilish grin. He barely annunciates with his morning voice greeting you, "Morning, sleepyhead". Your eyes momentarily dart to the sliver of skin that's peeking through his clothes.

He lets out a little giggle, "I can't believe I let you convince me that you weren't attracted to me in our first call. Look at you. You can't even maintain focus on my eyes, can you?" He combs his figures through your hair and lifts up your chin, but when he does, his eyes dart to your lips. You laugh at him, "you're such a hypocrite." "Mmm, shut up," he mumbles before giving you a little morning peck on the mouth. "I can't help it, you're just too cute," a soft red hue reveals itself on his cheeks.

More Micah!