Stop and talk
From Create Your Own Story
You slow your pace. "Well, hello," you purr, in as sexy a tone as you can manage.
The boy walks up to you. "What's happening, sweets?" He takes your hand in his. You feel a massive wave of nervous excitement hit your system.
Your voice rises to a squeak. "J-just h-h-heading to s-school," you stammer. You blush furiously.
He notices your wave of emotion and stops walking. You stop as well and he wraps you in his arms and puts your head on his chest. Your heart is hammering so hard you think it's going to burst. "Relax," he whispers into your ear, his hand running softly through your hair. "I like you just as much as you like me. I think we should walk to and from school with each other and do normal teenager-date stuff after school. I do find you very physically attractive, but I don't want to push you into doing anything you don't want to."
You look into his eyes. "What if I want to push the action?"
He smiles and laughs. "I have hormones. If you put the moves on me, I don't think you'll meet much resistance. But I will use protection if we get to that point."
You tilt your head upwards. "Kiss me." He tilts his head downwards and your lips meet his for a long, sweet moment.
"We'd better hurry on to school," he says when you break the kiss. "What do you want to do this afternoon?"
"Let me think about it," you say as you both run towards the school.
When you meet again after the final bell, he takes your hand in his. "Where to, pretty-eyes?" he whispers.
