You can't believe you're doing this. It feels so forbidden, the thrill of being caught dangerously close making it that much better. You're kissing the boy that you thought was off-limits, the one you couldn't have. But here you are, kissing him. And he is kissing you back; almost with as much fervor as you are.

Your lips move against his, in this age old dance that makes your insides burst with fireworks that reach up behind your closed eyelids. Disbelief didn't keep you immobile very long when he first made a move on you. The excitement that coursed through your veins made it to your brain quickly, and soon your fingers are running through his unruly hair. His hands are roaming all over you, as if he's trying to memorize every piece of flesh, every curve; everything there is to know.

And then, almost as quickly as it started, it was over in a way that could only be described as ruthless. You're both out of breath; his hands on your waist, your's in his hair, and your foreheads touching. You can feel his eyes looking into your's, but you try to look elsewhere. You're afraid of what you'll find if you look there. You're afraid you'll find yourself falling in love with him, which could only equal disaster and heartbreak.

His left hand leaves your waist and is at your cheek, making you jump at the sudden change of contact. He catches you off guard and you find yourself looking into his eyes. Oh, how you could get lost in those eyes...

He smiles at you, and despite your fears, you smile back.