Stevens P.O.V.
I was surprised whe Violettes hands suddenly sprang around my neck. She was kissing me so hard i almost wanted to forget the hotel room I had checked out and just throw her in the back seat. But Jordan had told me that it would be Violette's first time. Though i wasn't much for romantic crap, a girls first time should not be in the back of a Honda.
So I reluctantly pulled my lips away and set her down in the seat. I saw a small, satisfied, smile on her lips and i wondered if it was because she kissed me first... Or because I had stopped?
Violette's P.O.V
The boy walked around the front of the car. I smiled, happy that he had stopped. Especially now that I realized I was about to give my virginity away to a boy who's name I didn't even know.
As he lowered his body into the car I turned to him, " Ummm I know it's kind o late to be asking this but..." I trailed off, blushing as he turned to me.
He turned to me, a handsome smirk plastered to his face. "Yes?"
"Whats your name?"
He laughed and reached out his hand. "I'm Steven"
I smiled and gripped his hand. It was huge... My hand felt small and delicate in his grip. Two things I had never felt. "Violette."
He turned back and started the car. I had no idea where we were going. I mean it's not like we could go to either of our houses. I'm pretty sure my parents would not approve of me coming home buzzed with a guy so we could have sex. Though I didn't know his parents, I'm sure they didn't want him to bring home a girl to have sec with either.
Looking out the window I realized we were heading tithe nicer part of the town. W had been on the outskirts of downtown. Which is basically the low-rent distrect.
But now we were heading to the par if down town with bug buildings, nice hotels, and shops full of expensive clothes and food.
I couldn't afford anything down here. But, when my sister got a schollarship to a dance acadamy down the street, my mother and I would walk around looking in all the shops. She always used to say that she would make it possible for me to shop here someday.
But it never happened, and probably never would. She had become so unconcerned with us. She had a new boyfriend, and me and my sister no longer mattered. We were ignored, left at home all alone, and left to fend for ourselves. The only time my mom was around was to yell at us for doing something wrong, and she had a habbitt of showing up at the wrong moment.
Then there was her boyfriends. Each different in looks, status, and reputation. But each the same. All of them treated us like trash. They were nice at first. Bringing gifts, taking us out to dinner, bringing us on mall visits, and other fun stuff. But it seeme that the more comfortable they got, the meaner they got.
So I knew thatctinigh my mom would be on th couch with a box of tissues and the Titanic. Crying over th latest loss of live that there ever was.
"Violette?"
I looked upbfrom my thoughts and realized we had pulled up in front of a hotel. I took a deep breath. It looked so intimidating. It was just a simple hotel, but knowing what would happen inside made my tummy turn.
I had never been good with guys. Sure I could handle them. H*ll most of my friends are guys, as long as they don't touch me I'm fine. But as soon as they do...
But that's why I'm doing this. To get rid of that problem. I figured that as if I got this over with, they would seem less scary.
So I got out of the car and followed Steven up through the doors and up to the front desk.
