Those eyes. When he looked at me I felt like he knew my soul. And those pouty lips undid me every time.
"What?" I said.
He smiled then. "I'm just wondering how long until you ask me what you want to ask me."
I blushed. "What do you mean?"
"Oh come on." He laughed, the dimple in his cheek showing. "Let's go to you room."
"Now?" I said, suddenly nervous. "I mean, right now?"
"Well, yeah. Unless you've got anything better to do..."