After a few more moments of kissing, I managed to somehow gather some coherent thoughts. As Jamie tangled his fingers in my light brown hair, I tried to pull away. "Hold up," I managed to get out before he put his lips back on mine.
"Wait," I said, breaking away once more. He tried to continue, but I held my hand on his chest firmly and gave him a look.
"What the hell are you doing and where did this come from? I mean— I'm all for it, don't get me wrong, you're pretty hot, but why now? I mean, I don't really know you, you don't really know me... plus, I kind of thought you hated me last week. Or, you at least weren't particularly fond of me, anyway..." I trailed off, trying to get my point across without sounding like I wasn't interested.
"Would it be cliché if I said it just felt right
