Kiss Me If I'm Wrong

"Kiss me if I'm wrong, but dinosaurs exist right?" He asks innocently, with a lopsided grin. I smirk mischievously and try to play along. "Yeah! You know, yesterday I was sitting on my kitchen counter eating breakfast and I saw a T-Rex through the window." I bite my lip, trying very hard not to smile. He glares at me, shoving me against the wall.

"Tease," He mutters under his breath. Suddenly, there's nothing playful about him. I gulp, trying to move past him, but his eyes hold me down without his hands having to. "I bet you like being pinned against the wall like a butterfly and feeling my hot breath on your lips." He whispers lowly, pulling his lip between his teeth slowly, knowing the effect it has on me. I take a deep, shaky breath, trying to steady my trembling hands. My heart was beating at the speed of light and I didn't like the effect this boy had on me. I have to keep it together! I can't risk falling in love, not again. I wasn't ready to heal my broken heart.