Swollen lips.
Panting breaths.
Roaming hands.
Undefined territories.
That's what making out with Nathaniel Knight was like every time. Of course, that was only possible if we were alone. Good thing for Christmas break which couldn't have come any sooner.
Surprising as it may sound; Nathaniel and I were on a couch date with Netflix, popcorn and all the spare blankets we could find in his closet.
Willow and Karen were obviously not home since they had errands to run out of town and Leo was well, not coming home for Christmas either. Which gave us more than enough time to spend with each other doing private, couple-y things. Which we then took to his bedroom because it was bad manners to make out on the couch of someone else's house.
"I kinda like you," I breathed, coming up for oxyg
