Be Mine (1)

My man

Anthony woke up to the smell of breakfast.
"Wha zmellz so good?" He asked groggily. He was always like that on the weekends. "Dad, what're you cooking?" He asked, throwing his hoodie on but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Anna in nothing but a pure red hoodie.

"Morning, Anthony!" She said happily, flipping a pancake. "I made you breakfast!" She handed him a plate overfilled with his favorite breakfast items, and with a little room for strawberries.

Anthony was... biwildered. Jesus, she WAS hot...
"Anna! Put some clothes on!" He said covering his eyes.
"What is the matter, love?" She asks, leaning on him, hugging his chest. "Afraid we're moving too fast?"

"Ehyaa?! Us?! Moving fast? What the-" he went to say when she squeeled and hugged him bone-crushingly tight. "I knew it i knew it i knew you would come around! I lo-"
He puahed her away, then eyed her menacingly. "What. The hell. Are you. Doing with that hoodie?!?" He demanded, on the edge of pure rage.  

"I got cold when i was washing my clothes and i just... got what... fit me..." She was disheartened. Anna had made him angry, and now he was going to tell her to leave. She knew it.

"Just what the hell are you doing with that hoodie? Take it off and take mine. And DO NOT touch that one hoodie again. Got it?" He said, holding his hand out and looking away, taking his own hoodie off to give to her.
Anna stood there, stunned. Did he just..?
"Well?" He asked, holding his hoodie out to her. "Are you gonna take it or not?"

She slowly reached for his hoodie, almost as if in a dream. He did care...
"Thank you... Anthony." Anna said happily, snuggling into the Five Finger Death Punch hoodie. Sweat... calonge... oil from a vehicle... and... oh god...
"I love strawberries." He mumbled, popping one into his mouth. That made Anna perk up, then she got an idea. A wickedly, sickeningly great idea.

She grabbed a handful of strawberries, then ate them quickly. She wanted her breath to smell like them, then maybe he'd kiss her...

Anthony ate the strawberries, but while he did, he also thought of th turn of events. He had just met this crazy girl yesterday, and she was treating him like a king. But why? Why all of this special treatment? Why not someone else? Wh-

Anna hugged him from behind, inturrupting his thoughts. She leaned in and whispered, "I love strawberries, too." Hovering hardly a centimeter above his lips, she added quietly, "And... you."

He pulled away quickly, then said, "I gotta go work on my bike!" before leaving quickly out of the door, making Anna smile as he tried to hide his deep blush.