Pranking Lovers

In love with the Enemy

                   Chapter 22

"You look funny with that hair." I laughed reaching up running my fingers through it. Trace blushed and it made me blush. "Am I making you hot?" He whispered looking down at my lips then back at my eyes as they lightly flickered. "Let me get that paint out your hair." I lightly giggled. "What? Noo I like my new hairstyle. You gave it to me." Trace said scanning my face. "What's going on with Kaylin and Alex?" I asked enjoying his warm breath breathing on me. "What do you mean?" "She went out with him last night." Trace shrugged. "What's." He paused and looked at me then at his hands holding my hands. "What are we doing?" I asked him making sure I was finishing his question. He nodded lightly. "I don't know." I whispered being unsure. I trailed his eyes seeing his unsure look too. We just stayed like that for about 2 minutes until Trace spoke up. "I mean come on who are we kidding? We hate each other. We're each others nemesis." He softly chuckled. "That kiss....in the park....was it a prank?" I asked him lightly brushing his cheek. " No." He said no? Are you serous dude? "No?" "Yeah no." My mouth was getting dry and I gulped. "You're nervous. Why are you nervous?" "You heard that huh?" He bit his bottom lip. "Yeah. After all we're right here. On each other." He brought his face closer then pulled away a little bit. I guess he was trying to decide whether or not he was going to kiss me. "What happened?" I asked Trace. "What happened?" "Yeah. Just a few days ago we were at each others throat yelling about you pranking me and waring with each other with pranks and now I'm getting butterflies in my stomach." "Maybe it's just that vodka messing with you." "Maybe or is it...." I trailed off trying not to say what I wanted to. How can this be happening? I've hated Trace for like ever and now we are laying on my couch with him on top of him with him holding my hands. This had to be a dream or something. "Wake me up." "You're not dreaming." Trace lightly laughed. "Why am I blushing?" He asked making me flicker my eyes and biting my bottom lip. "Because you're hot." "You're making me hot." I let his hands go and put my hands on his chest. His heart was beating so fast that it could out run a cheetah off of The Chronicles of Narnia the Lion Witch and the Wardrobe and his body felt so warm.