I look terrible.
I'm soaking wet and my hairs a mess, and not in the cute way like his is draped messily over his face. And I want to kiss him. I want to kiss him again. But how could he want to kiss someone that looks like me right now.
That's when I feel his hand holding the back of my deck. And he leans in kissing me, he kisses me soft and light. Almost like he's new to it. He breaks apart slowly when I don't kiss him bac' at first. Dazed, I bring my hands up to his hair bringing him closer and kiss him again, this time with more intensity, he turns me over so I'm practically on top of him.
I take back what I said, he definitely knows what he's doing. He slightly bites down on my bottom lip and I let a hum escape me.
God he tastes like peppermint and Coca-Cola.
It's the thunder and lighting following it that break us apart with a jump.
"Holy shit maybe we should get to the car," I squeak. He looks at me in the eyes again, "yea, yea let's run for it again."
I nod and we both stand up ready, "okay! 3..2..1.." I count down and then we're both running across the grass and slipping on the pavement until we finally make it to his car. I sit there catching my breath for a second.
I force myself to look over at him.
Bad idea.
He runs a hand through his hair before looking back at me.
Before I know it I'm over the seat grabbing his face again like I'm desperate for air. God I'm not like this. But him. He's too intoxicating.
He kisses me a few more times before his phone rings.
Seriously a phone, again?
He picks it up, "uh hello?" He says breathlessly and clear his throat. I sit and watch him and he talks. His dark hair dripping water onto his perfect face. His now puffy red lips talking into the phone, how his jaw moves as he speaks, his red t shirt clinging to him from the rain.
That's when I decide I want this boy.
I need him.
I know I'm going to get my heart crushed again.
Is it worth it? That's the real question. My heart is saying, 'go the fuck for it', my brain is saying, 'your smarter than this Caroline', and my everything else is saying, 'you need him Caroline, you want him'.
The question is what do I listen to?
Short I know guys! But I just couldn't keep you guys waiting from the last chapter so...your technically welcome :)
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Red Is Your Color
Teen Fiction"He was my Ex and he was your Ex best friends, see where I'm going with this?" I look directly at him meeting his big brown eyes, "Not rea-" "We date!...Fake date of-course." Caroline Campbell Had a great senior year going for her especially when it...
