How could I possibly be somewhat attracted to this man? I thought as I gazed into his ever changing hazel eyes, one of his features that kept me constantly wondering. Would we ever be more than this? What was this? Friendship? Recently, the constant teasing and questionable flirting had me almost begging for more, however, I knew better. I noticed, as of lately, that whenever I was in his presence, I felt a ping of jealousy. I wanted to be the only one he teased. But did I really want that? I know in those moments, moments I wanted to call ours, I wanted my friends to simply disappear. Did he really do those things just to me? Could I just be overthinking things? Sure. There's always the danger of fooling yourself into believing in something that isn't really there. Did I want him to share the same fantasies that I almost always thought about? Has he at one point actually thought the same things I have? Once again I must ask myself: do I really want that?

I could spend all day thinking about stuff like this. However, of course, these thoughts always occur more frequently at night. Not because I'm lying in bed wishing for someone to be cuddled up next to me or kissing my body, but because I can't help it. Once I start, I can't seem to make myself stop, no matter how hard I try.

"No! Don't do that to her! Get your finger out of her mouth! That's gross!" I heard my best friend Rebecca call out at what seemed like a distance, only I was standing right next to her and she was yelling. Her voice seemed to pull me back to reality after being held captive in his eyes, my thoughts.

I then realized that he was reaching out at me. No, he was touching me. His index finger was pushing at my sealed lips, seeking further entrance. I couldn't move. WHAT IN THE WORLD WAS HE DOING?! My eyed widened in terror. I made a noise that said "What the heck! Get your finger out of my mouth!" The man chuckled and flashed me his famous smirk as he let his arm drop. In that moment my body allowed movement.

I quickly turned around feeling my face begin to burn with embarrassment. Why didn't I move? Why COULDN'T I move? Perhaps I liked it? I pushed that nonsensical thought out of my mind. None of these questions were being answered.

He let out a short chuckle when I twisted back towards him. "Just give me back my book." I demanded, giving him the most serious scowl I could manage at the moment. I had been walking back from the library with Becca when he blocked our path.

"Maybe if you could grace this cheek with the pleasure of your lips." He smirked as he pointed towards his face. I could feel my face getting redder with every word he dared to speak. There was no way that was happening so I glared daggers in his direction. As if he had won, he grinned ear to ear, bowed, and delicately placed the book in my hands. "As you wish, my dear."

"Come on." I seethed through my teeth as I grabbed Becca and stomped down the hall. I could hear him laughing with his posse behind me. I assured myself that it was never going to happen. I told myself to forget those thoughts. Forget the feelings. Only I knew that wasn't ever going to happen.

"Wait!" I heard someone running up behind me. They stopped right in front of me, but I was too busy fuming to notice who exactly it was. Just as I was about to steer out of their way, a firm hand on my shoulder stopped me. I looked up and was mesmerized by his eyes. "Wait, I didn't mea-" I stopped him, planting a kiss full on the lips, surprising us both. It was our beginning, a beginning I hoped to never forget.

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