My eyes fly open immediately as those words leave his lips. I sit upright to see the longing and love in his eyes. I do love Romeo, but this is wrong. I'm thinking of the possibilities of things that could happen if I let him kiss me. The library is silent and chilly as we stare intensely at one another. He is leaning forward. This is wrong.
"We can't—"
My words get swallowed by his soft warm lips. If my eyes weren't open before, they are now. Romeo is kissing me, his hands slip to my waist and pull me flush to his body, and I feel his ruggedness, but this isn't right. I don't feel the way I expect to feel. No butterflies, no electricity, no sparkles.... I should stop this. I put my hands on his chest to push him away.
"Re—"
Someone pulls him away from him and holds him by the collar.
