❝I think you're my favorite person.❞
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Since childhood, Lila's had her mind set on what she wants. And now in her senior year, that's getting into West Michigan State University. But her overbearing...
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WHAT DO YOU do when you sort of, kind of, kiss the person you're supposed to be fake dating?
Yeah. I have no idea either.
I don't even know what was running through my head when I did it. He just wouldn't stop talking and I was looking at him with my heart beating way too fast and then the next thing I know my mouth was on his.
I shiver at the memory, swallowing thickly. Ever since it's happened I cant seem to get it out of my head.
I've kissed a couple times before, but none made me feel like someone was lighting my skin on fire.
That's the thing about Chase Rhodes, I guess. He shines really bright, and I suppos it was only a matter of time before he lit me on fire like the fucking torch Lady Liberty holds.
I touch my fingers to my lips, reminiscing on how his lips felt on my own.
He's kissed me back. I'm sure of it. His arms were wrapped around my face and what turned into a hesitant peck quickly became a full on make out session in the middle of his room.
Its like someone has installed a replay button into my head because all I can do is press it, over and over again.
"Lila," I jump at the sound of Mr. Wilson's voice. "I'd like the test back by the end of class not the school day."
I fight the urge to roll my eyes, and grab my pencil.
He frowns, probably upset he cant yell at me further. "Thank you."
I release a breath, flipping a page in my packet and begin jotting down some sentences into it. I've never had a problem with memorizing things. And actually, it's one of the only things I'm good at.
But with the memory of a kiss terrorizing my brain it's a little hard to focus at the moment.
Sue me.
"Matthews," my head jerks up at the sound of a voice and I set my pencil down. "Matthews," someone sings from behind me.
I can't help the blush that surfaces my cheeks once I turn around and come face to face with Chase.
Almost instantly, as much as I wish I could deny it, my eyes drop down to his lips and for a second I cant even understand how they've ever touched mine.
But then he smirks and I realize I'm probably doing wonders for his already too-big ego and my gaze flicks back up to his. "Shh," I whisper harshly. "I'm trying to work."
He scoffs, "We both know you can do this in your sleep."
Not when dreams of me kissing you keep plaguing me, I cant.
I shake my head at him and turn around once more.
About two minutes later I feel a tap on my shoulder and I huff, turning back around once more.
