"I'm not some puck bunny you know," I started to yell at him I could feel my face getting red and my nostrils flaring.
"Maybe that's why I like you," Dallas shouted back at me as I started to walk away from him. "Maybe that's why I'm willing to chase you did you ever think of that?" he asks his voice trembling.
"I'm not some prize you run after to catch. I wont be another girl you get and then throw away that's not who I am," I retort. I feel Dallas grab my wrist trying to make me stay why the hell is he doing this.
"Peyton, your not some prize, your something else like I have never seen," he says as I turn to face him. He's leaning in now and my hands are trembling as his lips softly touch mine. He tastes sweet; his kiss is soft yet firm and it's sending shivers down my spine as I push him away.
"You-you can't just do that," I tell him biting my lip wanting more. I slowly lean in closer wondering if it will happen again as I watch him lean in the rest of the way. His hands rest around my waist as I wrap mine around his neck this felt to right and I didn't know why.
"I don't need or want you to be a puck bunny, I just want you to like me for who I am which is hockey, but I need to know if I no longer have hockey you wouldn't care," Dallas says seriously.
"I wouldn't care for a moment," I respond.
"That's why I like you," he smirks.