AMYS POV
I run into the bathroom and sort out my running mascara. I had 10 minuets to make myself look decent before I had to meet Angie... And start my tutoring...
I walk down the stairs, "Hey Amy, you ready to go" came behind me, I spun round to nearly fall into Angie. 'Awkward... I wonder what it would be like to kiss her. Did I just consider...? God I did'
I watch as she started to walk towards her black range rover my eyes involuntarily roaming over her body. She turned round, "Come on slow coach". Her laugh, I could listen to that all day if I could.
15 MINUETS LATER
We are now currently sat in Angie's room, on her bed.
She was talking about the Shakespeare assignment we had for the next 2 weeks but I could only focus on her plump kissable lips. I spent the whole 15 minuets thinking of how much I want to kiss them that I hadn't realised she was looking at mine either...
