Romeo and Juliet

22-N-

Good Is a Very Good Grade

The bathroom door swings open and shuts just as quickly.

Undeterred, our lips continue their dance, each movement a new experience, each breath a shared moment. The wild heat between us is palpable. His other hand roams from my thigh to my hips, then my back. I feel adrift, as if we're floating in the room, ascending to cloud nine.

When he pulls away, my lips smack in the sudden emptiness.

Damn.

"It was exhilarating."

"Was it?" I look down at my hands that are still planted on his chest. 

 "Well, we've never had each other before." His hands run up to my thigh and I can feel my legs press together. He grins at my reaction, "But after everyone else, there's always the cherry on top," he says licking is lips.

I'm certain he won't get more of that regardless of what he is making me feel.

"It was good," I reply nonchalantly, trying not to sound impressed. I still haven't gotten down from that cloud.

His smile fades. "Just good?"

"I don't see why you're upset. Good is a very good grade." I slide off his leg and flash him a smile. "So... I hate to break this to you but it is not going to work."

"Was I that bad?"

I continue with my role. "We're not from the same world, Romeo. We may be similar, but we're also different."

He looks confused but quickly catches on.

"I date multiple people at the same time," he admits. He knows that Chloe is a fifty cent coupon waiting to be used. Unfortunately for him, I have higher standards than to settle for such a low offer.

"Exactly. I don't. If I want someone new, I end things first. I don't cheat. I might flirt, but I'm a faithful flirt."

He chuckles. "You're not a flirt," he says, sounding convinced.

"We can never work. It was a mistake to even consider it," I tell him as I attempt to stand. He assists me, which I appreciate.

"You're breaking up with me?" He laughs. 

I pull out my phone and check his name on my list.

"I see how this works." He shakes his head, a grin spreading across his face. He forces me to meet his gaze before planting a quick peck on my lips. Then, he moves to exit the room.

Our contact makes my stomach flip. I am losing this. I don't fall for anyone. I don't and I shouldn't. I don't know him; I have no good reason to feel this. Is this how he makes girls feel? It is addicting. It's a feeling that must disappear immediately.

"Uh." He turns to look at me. "We are friends, right?" He extends his hand, which I glare at.

My lips move to the side, but I don't shake it. "Of course, Prince Charming."