Whatever It Takes

Windows

I was gripping onto Eddie, each of us watching the door like we were in a horror movie. Dustin knocked again, and I practically jumped into Eddie's arms.

"What are we going to do?" I hissed.

He was looking around, trying to find something to save us. His eyes finally lit up, and he smiled at me. He kissed me, melting my panic away for just a moment.

"Who would have thought I would have to sneak out at our big age?" he whispered before dropping me.

I watched him as he clambered over to the toilet. He stepped up on it, precariously balancing himself as he reached up for the small window at the top of the wall. He popped it open, and I shook my head.

"Babe, you're not going to fit," I warned quietly, crossing my arms. He snapped his head toward me, his expression wild. He nodded his head once.

"Come here," he ordered.

I stepped forward, unsure of what he wanted. He reached toward me, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck and pulling me closer to him. He leaned down, pressing his lips to mine and kissing me until I ran out of breath. My knees almost gave way, and he pulled back, his eyes burning into me.

"I love it when you call me that," he insisted. I blinked, confused for a moment, but then laughed, absolutely bemused by him. He blushed, briefly losing his cool. I kissed him quickly and patted his ass.

"Get going, prince charming," I teased.

He winked and hoisted himself up to the window. I watched him, his back muscles stretching under his shirt as he shimmied himself through the small space. Dustin was knocking again as Eddie dropped through with a heavy thud. I scrambled to the toilet, standing on it and peering out the window. Eddie was standing up, brushing dirt off his pants. He turned to me and blew a kiss.

"I'll see you in a bit," he called out.

I waved and closed the window before hopping down. I went to the mirror, briefly fluffing my hair and took in a deep breath to calm my racing heart. I opened the door, smiling at my baby brother.

"What the hell took you so long?" Dustin hissed. I smiled, flipping my hair.

"I was touching up my make up," I lied, shrugging at him. He stepped around me, but then froze, turning back to me.

"What's that on your neck?" he asked quietly. I slapped my hand over the hickey that Eddie had apparently left.

"O-oh, it's a burn," I stammered. I cleared my throat. "From my curling iron."

"It doesn't look like a burn," he replied, his eyes narrowing.

I could practically see the wheels turning in his head, and I needed to shut it down. I shrugged, stepping past him and back to the private room. I couldn't think of anything to say to him, I just needed to get out of this situation.

I walked quickly, trying to get away before he could notice anything else. I got to the main part of the restaurant, and my heart fluttered when I saw Eddie stroll through the front door. He locked eyes with me, smiling wildly as he strode towards me. The hostess watched him, confused as to where he came from. I waited for him, grinning as he got close to me. He took my hand, surprising me with how forward he was being in public.

"Dustin's in the bathroom, right?" he asked quietly.

I nodded, unable to speak because of how intently he was watching me. His dark eyes were crinkled as he beamed at me, and I noticed how pronounced his dimples were. He took my face in one of his hands and then kissed me deeply. I set my hand on his chest as I melted into him. He pulled back and kissed my forehead.