"Not now Alex." You groan pushing him off of you. "Come on. It'll be quick." He mumbles kissing down your neck and sliding his hands up your shirt. "I'm not doing it in your moms house." You say trying to get free of his grip. He pins your arms to the wall and crashes his lips onto yours roughly. He lets go of your arms and you bury your hands in his hair, getting lost in the kiss. He presses his body against yours, leaving no space between. His hands move to your hips and they tug at the hem of your shirt. "I want this off." He breathes through the heated kiss. He slides off his shirt and grabs the bottom of yours. "Alex Ernst!" A voice yells loudly. Alex's eyes widen and he lets go of your shirt and pulls away. "Mom." He says embarrassedly turning around. She walks up to him and pulls him by the ear. "You should know better!" She says pulling him out of the room. "Mom." He groans. "Can't you keep it in your pants until after dinner!" She says throwing him his shirt. "Probably forcing poor (Y/N) into this." She says crossing her arms. "Sit in the quiet room and think about what you've done." Her voice echoes through the halls. You let out a small laugh and fix your hair, while walking out the room to help her in the kitchen.
