yours truly.

prologue.

"The fuck? What the hell does that mean?" 

"it means, you have to study more, Dallas." I said to him. Tutoring him was like taking 2+2 and answering 22. "You should probably leave it's , uhm , getting late."  

"But," he grabbed ahold of my chin, "what if I don't want to leave just yet?"

I looked into his light brown eyes, he started to lean in. What do I do? 

"Cam..." I couldn't say anything before he pressed his plump pink lips onto mine.

I held onto his hair and deepened the kiss, fuck, I shouldn't be doing this...