Resisting the Bad Boy

[31] "Don't think"

     AS WE drive back, Archer plays some chill music and the ride is filled with comfortable silence. I can't believe I actually stayed over. I mean I do that kind of thing with Grant or Kendra and Tori all the time, but this was just different. Archer and I barely hang out much less sleep over at each other's places. It's a short drive to my house so as soon as he gets there I hop out ready to get myself presentable as fast as possible.

     "Do you want me to wait?" he offers.

     "No, it's okay I can drive myself. Thank you though," I say, about to shut my door when he gets out on the driver's side.

     I give him a look but he just responds, "I'll walk you up."

     "You're making yourself more late."

     "You really think I care? We left in a hurry more for your sake than mine, Ray," he says.

     I wouldn't be surprised honestly. I was kind of freaking out when I found out the time. I can't believe I actually cussed--I never do that. It normally doesn't even cross my mind to say that kind of stuff.

"Are you okay?" Archer asks.

"What? Yeah, just in a rush," I say as we walk to my side garage door.

"Can I take you out again? Like another date? Doesn't have to be dinner or anything--it could be as casual as last night," he asks.

I hesitate. My first inclination is to say yes, but last night was the most unexpected thing I've ever done. Did I enjoy it? Yes. Do I want to do it again? Also, yes. But should I?

     "Tell me," he says, thumb and forefinger perched under my chin.

I swallow, looking into his eyes for the longest time I think I ever have. I never noticed how his eyes were a dark grey, light flecks swimming in them.

"Okay," I say, my voice a little raspy.

He gives me a small smile.

"Okay?" he asks again for assurance, leaning in.

We're close now, close enough to where I can feel his warm breath on my cheek. My heart rate picks up, my breathing shallow.

"Okay," I reply, almost in a whisper.

He shifts forward slightly, our lips lightly brushing. My eyes flutter shut. A part of me thinks I should be resisting, rejecting this, but I can't fight it. It's the most frustrating, exhilarating, irritating thing I've ever felt. Archer's hand cups my cheek, his fingers splaying into my hair. It feels so good.

I want this I realize, no time to even process what that means as my brain keeps flicking between thoughts.

"Don't think," he whispers into my ear.

I hesitate.

"I-"

His lips on mine silence the rest of my words. He sucks on my bottom lip, nibbling it until moving up to the top one. After that, he kisses both. I whimper involuntarily, the sound unfamiliar to my ears. I mean, I've kissed guys before, but goodness this boy can kiss. I've never had it feel like it is now.

We both pull back, breathing heavy. He grins at my flustered state, not a cocky smirk, but a...happy one?

"Think about it, little dove. I'll see you in class okay," he says, starting the walk back to his car.

A few moments later I hear the door shut and an engine start.

Holy butterflies...what have I gotten myself into?