“Jordan…” I murmur close to his lips, “does your dates night ends up in kissing on the rooftop?”
He freezes, not expecting this question. His eyes go back to mine, blank.
“f**k…” he replies, his lips still inches from mine. “If I say yes, you’ll be mad at me, and if I say no, you won’t kiss me as well… I’m f****d,” he realizes, making me smile in victory.
I am not sure not kissing him is a victory but I wanted to get back at him for joking around.
I turn back to stare gazing, feeling proud of myself for annoying him by using his own games.
He chuckles, and replaces himself behind me.
“But for real, sweetheart, I really like to be here with you.”
A warm feeling creeps in, making me want to stay here forever like this, with this boy I barely know.
“And you really are special,” Jordan
