The not so common love story

How long was i out?

I wake up by the touch of his lips on mine. I end up kissing him back out of pure reaction. I than realize after kissing me once or twice that he is on top of me and that we are in his room alone. I push him off of me swiftly, soon wishing I hadn't, missing his kiss. "What was that for?" He asks very confused. "Um Kyle what happened?" I ask deciding to find out why I passed out instead of telling him I didn't want to push him away. "I don't know you started stumbling around and I figured you needed some air away from the pot so I brought you in here and you kept saying my name so I brought you close to me and you passed out." He says with some concern. "Was there something in the pot? Or something in the beer?" I ask trying to understand. He says someone could of put something in the booze but there wasn't anything in the pot, you would've tasted it." He states buntly. I sigh, "damnit Samuel." I say realizing the guy that gave me my beer is a jerk and he probably put something in it. "Anyways how long was I out?" I ask trying to change the subject. "About an hour, I got bored staring at your body so I thought I'd kiss you and maybe it's be like sleeping beauty and you'd wake up, and it worked" he says sounding very proud. I smerk. "Nice try Kyle" I say with a little eye roll trying to play hard to get. "What you didn't like it?" He asks as he steps closer to me. My heart beat speeds up, I want to tell him I love his kisses and I want him forever. But instead I say "your not too bad, but you could do better" I wink. God it's so hard to not just want to be with him. His eyes go tight, like he knows I'm lying. "You want to see how much better I can do than baby?" He asks closing the gap between us and slightly grabbing my waist. Oh my gosh, he wants me, oh my gosh he's touching me, oh my gosh he's staring into my eyes. Next thing I know he's kissing me again with so much passion I don't know what to do with. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close. I feel his warmth. Things get heated until someone opens the door and takes a picture.