I Don't Like You

Chapter 33

Chapter 33: I don't like getting wasted

"Oh my god. Why would you forgive him?!" I practically yelled at the screen.

"She should; I mean it's not like he wanted the girl there." Peyton reasoned with me.

"But he still fell into her little trap." I said incredulously.

Right now, me and Peyton were sitting in the backseat of his car watching a Rom-Com on his tablet, while eating ice cream. His car was in a parking lot of the ice cream store we just purchased from and the sun set that was currently taking place lit the car with just the right amount of light.

I was leaning on Peyton's shoulder while we watched the movie. This is a pretty nice date. We were comfortable and we were alone. It was relaxing being here with Peyton.

"So, you know it's almost been two months since we started dating?" He asked as he fed me a spoon of cookie dough ice cream. I nodded my head at him.

He was right. November 18th would make two months of Peyton and I dating. To tell the truth, I never thought that I would be in a relationship like this.

Peyton was really good to me. I could tell that every gesture he did, he really meant it. I know he cares about me and I really care about him.

In fact, I'm in love with Peyton.

I didn't need anyone to tell me how I felt about him because it was pretty clear that I was in love.

What worries me is Aiden. I don't understand my feelings about him but I do know that I care about him too. And apparently, he cares about me.

I don't know how to feel about that.

What I do know is that whatever me and Peyton have, I want it to last. Peyton is the one I want to be with and whenever I'm with him, it doesn't matter how I feel about anyone else.

"I wanna do something really special for you. We could spend the whole day together. I'll take you shopping, we can go to the beach, we can go to an amusement park, or just stay at home and cuddle. I just want to spend the day with you."

If Peyton gets any more sweeter, I'm going to die.

"Perfect." I looked up and smiled at him. He smiled back and I saw something change in his eyes.

He brought his hand up and started to caress my cheek. I leaned into his touch. It felt warm and welcoming. "I love you, Corey." He said in a low voice while staring at me intently.

"I love you, too." This isn't the first time that we said that to each other. However, when he said it, I still felt my insides melt.

He leaned down and pecked my lips. He put his forehead on mine and he stared at me with his big brown eyes.

Our faces were so close to each other, I could feel his breathe on my skin and I could smell his masculine cologne.

"You don't know how bad I want you right now." He closed his eyes as if he was trying to control himself. Oh my god. I felt my body become hot all over and my toes started to curl.

He opened his eyes and our gazes met again. I felt captured by his state and I bit my bottom lip anxiously. His eyes followed my gesture and instantly became more heated.

"Dammit, Corey." Peyton mumbled before connecting our lips. He was kissing me passionately but the kiss was also heated and rough.