Whenever Bucky tried
to concentrate, he would bite his lower lip.
Which happened whenever
he focused on the newspaper’s crossword.
With his eyebrows
furrowed, his lower lip between his teeth and his hand tapping the pen ever so
slightly on the paper, he was fucking irresistible.
“Buck?” His eyes
instantly traveled to your figure, searching your whole body to make sure you
were alright before settling in yours. “I
need you to stop doing that because it’s really adorable and I’m trying to concentrate.”
He smirked at you and
leaned back on his chair.
You really had to
concentrate, you were finishing up a report from your last mission. But Bucky’s
cute frame wouldn’t let you.
“What do I get if I
Then he crossed his
arms over his chest and leaned on the table in front of him, making his muscles
bulge under his tight shirt.