eighteen - wyatt oleff x reader

"I'm not even worried about it anymore." Wyatt sighs.
"Why?"
"Because. This is summer vacation. We're supposed to be out having fun. Messing around, doing stupid shit."
"Stupid shit?" I question. "Like what?"
He takes another step closer to me and cups my cheek. "Like this." He says. With that, he inches closer, kissing me passionately. His soft, warm lips send shivers down my spine.