Awsten's pov:
Kiss me. Otto's voice rang through my head.
I felt my stomach drop. My brain was like a light switch that had just been flicked off, and before I knew what was happening I was kissing Otto.
It was as though I was no longer in control of my body, I felt his lips against mine, and his hand against my cheek, and my body against his body, and his body against the wall.
I wasn't sure what was happening, but I didn't want it to stop.
It was then that I realized that my eyes were closed. I slowly opened them to meet his brown ones. Looking into his gaze, less than centimetres away, I saw the way his eyes shimmered, the golden flecks that were hidden under his pupils, he was so gorgeous.
He wasn't beautiful in the way Dallon was. He was closer to my height, and he didn't wear white blazers with birds on it, and he didn't offer to make me pancakes or pay for dinner, and he didn't kiss my hand or compliment me.
But he was absolutely intoxicating. He wore short shorts and "slutty pizza costume" shirts, and he held my hand, and played games with me, and I felt comfortable around him.
I pulled away from the kiss, stumbling backwards awkwardly.
Otto stared at me, clearly not knowing what to say either.
"You're like..." he paused, looking for the right words. "Really good at that."
I felt my face grow warm, looking down at my feet. "Um, thanks. You too." I managed to say. "Sooooo," I trailed off. "I think there's some cool sculptures in the next room."
"Awesome," he grabbed my hand. "Let's go."
