I feel his hand pushing on my shoulder. He lifts his hand off of my shoulder and cups my face again. I feel his thumb trace my jawline as he stares into my eyes. He starts to move in towards my face and as he gets closer I can feel his breath going down my neck sending shivers down my spine. The sent of strawberries still lingers as each breath he takes get heavier.
" I just wanted to see your reaction." He says as he pulls away from my face and back to the bowl of strawberries. I sit up and get on top of him. I stare into his eyes and run my fingers through his soft hair. I start leaning in.
" I just wanted to see what you would do." I say as I get off of him and go to the bowl of strawberries.
He laughs and joins me. As we sit and shove strawberries down our throats I pull out my phone to check the time. It reads "11:14"
"I should probably go home around 4 if we make it that long." I say looking over at him.
"Okay that's fine." He says.
As we are nearing the end of the strawberry bowl he looks over at me.
"Have you ever snuck out before?" He asks.
"No, I've never really had anyone to sneak out with." I say looking at him.
I reach my hand back in the bowl but there are no more strawberries left to pick up.
"Hmm, well now you've got me." Noah says looking at me with a smile.
A while goes past and we make small conversations. I learn that his full name is Noah Michael Russel and he is 17 years old. His favorite color is silver, and he hates sports, he comes from a wealthy family, and so on. He learns my full name is Grace Anne Harper and that I'm 16 years old... Etc.
After a while of looking at the stars and just talking I feel him wrap his arm around me and hold me. I look over at him and he is smiling at me. He starts to lean in and I feel my heart racing. He pulls back.
"It's so funny to tease you, you get this angry look on your face, it's really great." He says in amusement.
I ignore his teasing banter and look at the time which reads " 11:30 "
I lean into his shoulder and we fall back onto our pillows. I feel him lift up my chin and before I can realize what he's doing I feel his lips press against mine. The scent of strawberries lace between our lips and I enjoy the bliss I get from it. Without letting our lips separate he sits up and caresses my head burying his fingers deep into my hair. Our lips move smoothly against each others like a symphony. He pulls away and looks at me.
" I'm not the good boy you're led on to believe I am." He says.
I look up at him and smile.
