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(Ok, I wrote this a few days ago, it was in a dream I had... Just read it if you want.)

I could feel the tension in my lips. I was nervous, but it was unlike me. I pulled away for a moment, hearing a noise not far from my door.

He pulled me closer. I don’t think he knew how much it drove me crazy. The close he was, the higher my hormone level rose. His hands clasped tight around my lower back, leaving me free to move if I wanted until one of his hands rose, and his fingers resting on my spine. My hands moved separately, exploring skin that I hadn’t before. One of my hands rest on his neck, urging him forward to kiss me again, as I longed for the sugary taste of his lips. I could never get enough of that taste. My other hand explored a region that it hadn’t been to very long. My hand rubbed gently as our lips met again, but there was no nervousness in his kiss this time. Our lips happened to be open, letting sucking kisses and tongues touch in the exploration. My hand continued to rub against his jeans, making me think of a song; ‘Waiting to be the friction in your jeans.’ This almost made me laugh, and he pulled away. His eyes stayed closed, his lips apart, and his expression noted of pleasure. I rubbed a bit harder which made him pull me closer then we were before. I heard the garage door going up and I extricated my body from the cozy warmth of his. He didn’t let me get far before he pulled me back to him.

“Arrr-ah,” he said softly. That caused me giggle, knowing what to say in return.

“No-ah,” I smiled. He knew exactly what that meant, and kissed me lustfully.

“Too-bad-ah,” he grinned, that wonderfully sexy, intoxicating grin. He went to kiss me again, but I moved. He was quick and tickled me, causing him to get a clean shot to kiss me. I kissed him back softly and pulled away completely, no longer touching him.

“The food’s here,” called my mom. I knew she didn’t want me to be too close to him.

“Be down in a minute,” I called back. “Are you staying for dinner?”

“Nah, my dad’ll be here in a minute,” He replied, grabbing his stuff. I grabbed some of it, seeing as how he had so much, and followed him downstairs. My mom shot me a glance.

“I’ll just be a minute, I’m going to wait for his dad to pick him up.” I followed him outside, setting down his stuff beside the rest of it. “How long?”

“Five minutes,” he said, hugging me as soon as we were out of sight of the door. He pulled be closer, kissed my neck. Those kisses drove me mad; a tickling, sucking kiss that was placed directly on my collar bone. I’m not sure how long my wits will last with kisses like that around. His kiss pulled away for a moment, being replaced by a pressing, quick kiss on my lips. He pressed against me, hard. I could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket. He parents would be here in a minute. I pulled away from him and he answered it, watching his dad pull up in that awful van.

“Bye,” he said softly, gathering all of his things, and leaving. I repeated the salutation and walked back into my house, grabbing my dinner. It was half cold and my wontons were taken, but it was worth it to be close to him. That’s when the yelling starts.