Lainie's pov
Finally. Some alone time. We kicked back in Chance's pickup truck and cuddled. He kissed my neck affectionately. I giggled and turned to face him. He smiled, and then he pulled me close. I looked into his eyes, him drawing nearer, our lips connecting, sparks flying.
Chance: Let's get things heated, here...
He took off his shirt, then he he threw it to the back.
Lainie: Chance, um...
He cut me off by slamming his lips onto mine, then he slipped his tongue into my mouth. He took off my shirt, then he flung it back with his.
Lainie: Chance, I don't want to... Not now...
Chance looked at me, then it clicked.
Chance: (Blushing) Lainie, I-I'm so sorry...
Lainie: It's ok.
I reassured him by giving him a kiss. I brushed my lips to his, and he ran his fingers through my short hair. I slipped my tongue into his mouth, then I put my arms around his waist, which he put his hands on my shoulders. He broke the kiss, then he kissed down my neck until he reached my collarbone. I put a hand on his chest. He smiled, then he placed his lips on my forehead. He then looked me in the eyes, placed one hand on my waist, one on my shoulder.
Chance: Lainie, I-
But he was cut off by Kylie walking up, hand in hand with Jayson.
Oh crap.
