Three Guys Like Me. I Hate All Of Them

Three Guys Like Me. I Hate All Of Them - Chapter 16

"What did you just say?" His arms tightened around my waist.

I chuckled lightly, and kissed just below his ear. "Okay."

I couldn't fight these feelings for him anymore. I'm attracted to him. I always get butteflies in my stomach when he touches me. His kisses are like a drug. The way he looks at me...I don't want him looking at any other girl that way. Just me.

"You want to go out with me?"

"Do you want me to take it back?" I pulled back and looked at him.

"No!" He yelled. "No way in hell do I want you to take it back. You're stuck with me, love." He kissed the side of my mouth.

My fingers grabbed a few strands of his hair, and I pulled it lightly while he groaned beneath me.

"You will be the death of me, darling. I swear to it." He told me.

"Don't die yet." I told him.

"Why not?"

I smirked at him, and leaned down to press my lips to his.

I wanted to feel the sparks, and that's what I got. I wans't lying when I said his kisses are a drug. When British Boy kisses you, you can't see anything else in the room. You could be in the most crowded place in the US, but when you kiss Ian...No one is around but him, and it's great.

I felt Ian's tounge sweep across my bottom lip asking for entrace, and that sent my heart into a frenzy while I opened for him. Our tounges glided across each other, and made us both moan.

"Ellody, what the he-HOLY SHIT!" Nate's voice yelled.

Ian and I pulled away quickly and looked at Nate, who was standing on the bottom step with wide eyes.

"Nate? What's wrong?" Dad asked coming down the steps.

I groaned and rested my forhead on Ian's while he chuckled, and held me to him.

"Woah. What happened here?" I could hear a smirk in my fathers voice.

"Only the best day of my life." Ian said.

"Hey, JJ! You might want to see this!" Dad yelled up the stairs.

I snapped my head up to my father. "Dad! We don't need a freakin' audience!"

"If you both did what I think you did, I owe her twenty bucks." He pointed a finger at me. "Did you make out?"

I groaned, and hid my face in Ian's chest.

"Ian, did you two make out?"

I lightly slapped the side of British Boy's face. "You say anything to him, and I'll take everything back." I warned.

"Don't be like that, Elle." He chuckled.

"Fine. Then don't get mad at me when I don't show up for our date." I whispered.

"You wouldn't."

"Wanna bet?"

"No, Mr. Dawson, we did not make out. We were just having a...hugging contest?"

Why did I agree to go out with an idiot?

"What's so imp-ELI YOU OWE ME TWENTY BUCKS!" Mom screamed.

I looked up to my family, and saw Nate still staring at us, and my parents arguing.

"What's going on?" Max's voice rang through my ears.

"Shit." I muttered.

"What's the problem? You were never going to go out with him, were you?" Ian asked, looking at me.