Finney:
"Why are you playing with me?" He asks, blush spreading across his face. "What do you mean?" I question, gripping his hand tighter.
"Your holding my hand and being sweet, even though you hate me," he sighs, looking at the ground. "Who ever said I hated you?" I chuckle. "You don't?" He says, his eyes sparking.
"It's actually the opposite," I pause, "Robin, I like- no, love you."
His eyes widen. He looks away, his whole face red. "I- you- what?" He stumbles. "I love you, Robin," I smile, gently letting his hand go. My hand slides up to his face.
I run my thumb against his soft skin. I gently lean forward and kiss his cheek. "I- um- you- just- w-what?" He rambles. "Just shut up and kiss me," I chuckle, placing my lips on his.
I wrap my arms around his neck. His arms snake around my waist, pulling me closer. I'm practically sitting on him.
My hands tangle in his hair, the once soft and sweet kiss, turned rough.
I pull away, panting for air. "Why don't you hate me?" He asks, looking away. "I don't know, stop looking away from me," I say, grabbing his chin and turning him towards me.
My phone dings with a text.
Gwen:
It's late, you might want to start heading home.
I chuckle down at my phone. "It's getting late, I need to go home," I smile, "walk with me,"
I hold my hand out. He grabs it and we begin walking towards our houses.
