His Game, My Rules

"What do you want?" I ask, wiping down the counter.

"You." Riker says, grabbing the mop, and dragging it around the floor. My heart flutters, beating faster. I try to play it cool, hard to get.

"Cliche much?" He frowns, shugging. "Go look for my cousin, Stacey." He walks closer to me.

"Why? She isn't a challenge." He let's go of the mop.

"And I am? You don't know me, and you don't want to. Just assume I live a sad, boring life, and move on with your's."

"Playing hard to get, isn't that cliche?" He's only inches away from me.

"I have a reason to do so."

"And I have a reason to want you." I swear this kid will be the death of me.

"Then prove it. I dare you." He closes the gap, placing his soft lips on mine, his hand travels to the back of my head, holding me in place. I thought the only thing to do was play along. I mean, if he wants to play, then I'll play... but by my rules.