Temptation ||Cowan Fanfiction||

Ch.3 First Dates

Rowan's P.O.V

As we kissed and everyone cheered, I couldn't help but think how this just felt so....right. I felt like everything in the world was slowly starting to make sense. I realized, startling myself, that there's so much I've wanted to do with Corey for so long. Like I want to trace his facial features. And I wanna kiss his eyes, and his nose and he ears. Three things I always loved about him. I feel him inhaling the scent of my hair and neck and goosebumps rise on my arms. I realize I wanna kiss his neck and see how he reacts and the thought scares me away from him. I blush and probably look like a gaping fish but he only laughs.

I realize that for a month--for maybe more than a month I have to pretend to not think those thoughts. I have to limit our kisses and our hugs and our shared air. It will be absolute torture but of course I'll do it. If it means not scaring Corey into thinking he hurt me. As if he could ever truly do that. The only way he could hurt me is by leaving me.

I stare at him and I long to run my hands through his short, newly cut hair. He was still half mop top and clean face yesterday. Now he's sheer hair and Donnie Barnes and stubble. I let myself drag a finger across his scalp before I hear someone clear their throat. I guess we forgot about our audience.

"As much as I hate to break this up," Sabrina's face is red with triumph, "When is #Cowan's first official date? The world of Twitter waits." She chirped, still ecstatic from her ship finally sailing. 

I giggled a bit and turned to Corey with questioning eyes and a raised brow. 

"Yeah cor, when is our first date?" I asked him with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

He laughed and kissed my brow, sending back to it's natural position. He sighed and looked around the room, to every guy (and girl who had experience like that) and to every sign and chart as if hoping to get an idea. He looked just slightly panicked for a second and then furrowed his eyebrows. He looked at our snack table last, filled with my favorite. Takeout Italian. I'm a sucker for pasta. He finally looked back at me.  

"W-well, I guess it's sort of a surprise. Yeah" He seemed to decide, "Its a surprise. I'll pick you up tomorrow at 7' pm. Don't wear anything you don't want to get messy. Don't look too fancy either." He said quickly, seeming relieved he managed to say something that mad me laugh."

"Its a date. See you then... " I trailed off. 

Though I'd have to be careful with what I do for a month (and possibly a few weeks after the month is up) I don't have to censor what I say. And besides, what I call him has got to change if we're finally dating. My stomach lurches at the thought of call him my boyfriend. But that would be like saying I love you on the first date. I bit my lip, out of frustration and awkwardness and Corey's grip on me got--barley noticeably-- tighter. I almost smirked in surprise. 

I leaned close until it seemed like I'd kiss him and bit my lip again--this time half nervously and half on purpose,"See you then, babe."

His breathed hitched and he leaned in... and I smiled, actually licking his lip like a dog, making his snort and back up. I giggled and then I flipped my hair and walked out arm in arm with Sabrina. 

"What no goodbye kiss?" he teased, maybe half serious. 

I turned and smiled, "Nope" giggling like crazy.

He called after me, "I hate you!"

I laughed not even bothering to turn around as Sabrina squeezed my arm tightly. I knew she was obviously going to chat about this endlessly once she no doubt takes me to the mall to find an outfit for tomorrow. I remember the directions for outfit he gave and tried to guess what we'd do. 

Don't wear anything you don't want to get messy. Are we going rollerskating? Mud wrestling? Hiking? I smile and remember that Corey had just shouted out his version of a goodbye to me. Still, I couldn't help but focus on where we might go tomorrow. Don't wear anything too fancy either. Maybe the messy thing was just taking into account my clumsyness. Maybe we'll drink slushies and watch movies at his place, making out the entire time. 

'wouldn't want blue dye and spit on your favorite chanel shirt.' I joke to myself.

I finally turn to see Corey as speck in a see of people, on the black plain that is ur set. I smile widely enough that I think he can maybe see it. 

"Thanks! We'll see if you still do by tomorrow!"

A devious thought fills my head. It drowns out Sabrina only because it came so fast.

And because it's so satisfying. I think of Corey and I curled up in a closet, trying to be quiet. I think of his lips attached to ever place on my body they shouldn't be. I think about the stars aligning as he becomes my first time. And I realize it probably wouldn't be hard to convince. Because think about it--

If a lip bite can drive him that crazy, what will a pretty dress and few kisses unleash?

**officially edited**