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The tension between Darren and I is thick. I can't deny that.

Even just sitting here, in a movie theater, all I want to do is leap onto his lap and kiss all over his neck, chest and-

I snap myself out of those thoughts and try to focus on the movie, but my vision is hazy. I feel uncomfortable just sitting in this seat. Thank the Lord that it's almost over, and everything is coming to a standstill.

Once the credits start rolling and the lights turn on, we stand at the same time and head out of the theater. At one point, the guy manning the snack bar whistles as I pass, and I hear him whisper, "Damn" under his breath.

I turn to him and smile, waving my fingers seductively, just to tease Darren a bit.

That's when Darren grabs my hand and pulls me out of the theater, the cold December air hitting me through my sweater.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He asks, leaning in close to me. I can feel his breath against my lips.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I say, crossing my arms.

"You know damn well, Tera." His voice is husky, low, almost a growl. He's so damn sexy.

"I'm not your girlfriend or anything like that. So why does it matter?" I'm trying to play hard to get. But it's not working.

"Don't play that with me." He takes a step forward, starting to close the distance between us. I take a step back, trying to space it out, even if I don't want to.

"I know that look in your eye. You don't want the guy who scoops the popcorn. You don't want to flirt with any other guy, and I don't want you to, either."

"What're you trying to say, Darren?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm saying that you're mine." He pushes me against a brick pillar. My breath is stolen.

"And all mine." He leans in, close to my lips. I want him to close the distance so badly.

"And I don't want that to change." He finally kisses me, his lips rough against mine, and I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his body close to mine. I can feel small snowflakes brush my exposed neck and collarbones, but I don't care.

I don't feel cold, I don't feel anything except his lips against mine, I feel his heartbeat against mine, I can't tell which one of us has the faster heart beat.

He pulls away, breathing hard.

"Do you want this?" He asks, and I respond by closing the distance between us again, wanting to feel his lips against mine.

I pull away this time after a few seconds, smiling.

"Does that answer your question?"