Max's POV

I felt Dylan's slightly cool fingers on my knee and they lightly ran up my leg to the middle of my thigh. I shivered at his touch and I felt my face heat up.

We were in the middle of maths class and were just studying out of the book while the teacher did who-knows-what.

His thumb rubbed soothing circles into my leg, and my face got even hotter. Its times like this I was actually thankful our school uniform was a dress in the summer. Dylan's hand wasn't too far up my leg and was a respectful distance away from more important parts of my body, but I couldn't help but feel hot and flushed from his touch. Plus the circles he made with his thumb were heavenly, I wondered if he'd ever consider being a masseur as a career.

Class finished and as much as I hated maths, I was a little disappointed. We headed over to some chairs where Iggy, Nudge, Ella, Lissa, Brigid and Gazzy already were. I sat down and Dylan sat beside me, wrapping one arm around my waist and pulling me closer. Fang soon joined us and everyone was here so we went on with our daily chat.

"Looking forward to the school excursion?" Ella asked with fake enthusiasm and we all groaned.

We had to get up tomorrow morning before the sun to get on a bus to take us to the city for a day excursion. Our school did the most boring things, everyone would probably rather stay in school, plus that would mean not getting up so early. I hate mornings.

I sighed, not looking forward to science as it was time for class. Mercifully the teacher was away so I just talked to Fang and Dylan for the lesson.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow" Dylan grinned as we got ready to go our separate ways for home.

"Well, my parents are out all afternoon" I said suggestively.

"I'll be there at 4" he grinned, kissing me then heading off.

Dylan really was a great guy, so why did I regret telling him that?

My stomach was in knots as I watched the clock approach 4 o'clock. I had changed out of my school dress into casual denim shorts and a white button long-sleeved cotton shirt.

All of a sudden there was a knock at my door and my heart skipped a beat. I opened it and Dylan walked in.

"Hey. You look beautiful" he said and kissed my forehead. It was reasons like that I fell for Dylan, simple words like that melted a girl's heart.

"I was nervous coming over, I thought your parents might be home" he chuckled as we headed to my room.

"Didn't trust me?" I grinned and he rolled his eyes.

I sat on my bed as he looked over my room, I had cleaned it a tiny bit after school, but it still looked as though a bomb had hit it. He made his way over to me and sat beside me.

Without saying anything he leaned over and kissed me. I kissed him back and suddenly his kissing became more fiery, as he pushed me back so I was laying down and he half laid down on top of me.

With one hand holding him up he started unbuttoning my shirt with the other. I felt his tongue run over my lip again but this time it slid into my mouth. I noticed he had finished unbuttoning my shirt and he pulled his off in one swift motion then went back to kissing me.

I hadn't really ever properly kissed any other guy, but I think from how it looks in movies and that, it wasn't supposed to be this sloppy.

I started to feel a little sick and it had nothing to do with the lack of oxygen getting to my brain. I put my hand on his chest and gently pushed and he immediately sat up.

"I just remembered, mum and dad might be home early today" I lied.

"It's ok, as long as I got some time alone with you" he said, putting his shirt back on.

He kissed me goodbye and I listened to his leave and the door shut behind him.

I had just lie to my boyfriend, what was wrong with me? Dylan was perfect. So why did I feel the need to go wash out my mouth?