"Here's your chance" said the deep velvety voice of Patrick Verona who was slowly turning towards me in the dark, crowded room.
"Oh, goodie!" I try and keep my voice as steady and normal sounding as possible.
"Come on, you want me to kiss you" says his voice in a playful tone as his famous smirk graces his lips. I look to him with a skeptical look and shoots out the first thing that comes to my mind.
"The lead singer? Yes! You? Not so much" I could have sworn I saw hurt flash across those mysterious pools of dark brown they call eyes. However he changed his features quickly to mask his true emotions. His smirk that I hate so much though returns and his eyes turn even darker and mischievous. He starts moving closer towards me. Slowly. Slyly. Like an animal stalking their prey. I can't seem to tear my eyes away from him as he is moving towards me. My mind is picturing a cheetah stalking an antelope, the antelope is in the water when the cheetah jumps and bam! I'm brought back to the real world when I realize that his body is pressed against mine. I don't even try and stop the blush from spreading across my cheeks. Thank goodness for being in a dark area. I can feel the well-toned muscles in his body and the softness of his shirt material. Unexpectedly I feel his hot breath at my neck traveling up to my ear and I can smell this luxurious scent radiating off of him. He smells of like he has been working in the auto shop all day mixed with his shampoo or cologne. The scent is heavenly.
"You sure about that?" he says and my eyes dart up to meet his. He's staring down at me with such intensity that my blush quickly returns.
"I'm just standing here; you're the one moving closer." I try saying loud and confident but the shakiness of my tone gives me away that I'm affected by his closeness. And as if it was even possible he moves even closer to me. The only gap left between was between our lips. Our foreheads were touching and his lips were slightly parted. I inhaled his scent again. When I suddenly think that I have to stop this right now. I have to back away quickly. Leave. And never look back. But that was easier said than done. I know deep down and so does he that I want this to happen. That I have been waiting for this to happen since the first day that I saw him at Padua high on his motorcycle. So without thinking anymore, I press my lips to his. He eagerly responds. His lips were warm, smooth, and intoxicating. My arms wrap around his neck while his encircle m waist. Our tongues are battling each others for control in his mouth. I don't know how long we were like that but we were brought back to reality when I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. Of course it was Bianca with rotten timing.
"I gotta take this" I said, hoping he would understand. He nodded, and backed away still staring at me. I started to turn away and walk out to my car so I could call her back when all logic when down the drain. I launched myself at him. He was surprised to say the l east but didn't object. I ended the kiss and took off running, leaving him baffled but with his famous smirk upon his face. It didn't sink in until after I was in my car that I, Kat Stratford, kissed Patrick Verona and was even possibly falling for him??
