We both knew we wouldn't remember this in the morning. I'd invited him to this girl's party after spending weeks hoping he would notice me in the corridors. Now he was here, he was in front of me, and we were dancing. He was licking his lips and it was all I could do not to do the same. His brown eyes glittered as he saw my expression. Leaning closer, the thumping music seemed to disappear, as he got closer to me.
'Katiekins, shall we clear out of here'
The nickname along with the cockiness he had led me with him. As he leant back, he was grinning slyly and when he walked away, I was drawn to him. I followed him to the kitchen and when he sat down on the chair by the door, I closed it and walked over to the counter.
'Alright' he chuckled, sensing I was looking him up and down.
I raised my eyebrows as I walked toward him and replied;
'Perfect thanks'
This time when he licked his lips, I didn't resist doing the same. This seemed to be all the encouragement he needed. Jumping up and coming towards me, he put his hands in the small of my back and pushed me over to the counter. I let out a little moan with the force he was showing, and as he kissed me I forgot about him being Cook, the arrogant twat. There it all was, fireworks and waves crashing.