"I warned you. You asked for it." I rolled my eyes and reached down his back until I reached his pocket, sneakily pulling out his car key and tucking it in my own pocket. I had a feeling it may come in handy later.
"You have pretty eyes," Harry said, causing me to stare curiously at the curly-headed boy.
"Really?" I asked, ignoring the fact he was laying on top of me while I lay on a blanket on the dirt.
"Yup."
"You have pretty eyes, too," I complimented, which was a huge understatement.
"And pretty lips," he said lowly, his eyes flicking down towards them and I couldn't help admire his.
"Your lips are pretty, too."
"They look very kissable," he breathed.
I wanted to protest. To scream and push him off because I was with someone. Someone I cared a lot about and didn't want to hurt.
