That Saturday Night

"You can't ignore what happened between us, Quinn." I ignored him

"At some point we need to talk about it" He added. I didn't want to talk to him.

"But what if I don't wanna talk about it, Harry. Have you thought about that?" I raised my voice, almost yelling at him.

"Maybe you don't want to talk about it, but you need to talk about it." He got a bit closer to me. His minty breath fanning against my skin. He brought his lips to me ear, "do you want it to happen again?" He seductively whispered and I shivered.

With him standing so close to me I could hardly concentrate on coming up with an answer to his question. But before my brain had caught up I answered him.

"Yes" I didn't have time to take a solid breath before his lips crashed on mine.