"Anything really, you just seem kinda mysterious" he said, I could've sworn he was even a little shy.

"Me? Mysterious? I think it's the other way around!"

"Then I guess we should get to know each other better."

"I agree" I said with a smirk, "but you go first."

"I have no idea where I'd start"

"We can just ask each other questions and go from there" I said, this was a game I'd play as a kid but hey, it might let me know more about him, right?

"You wanna ask the first question?"

"yes, yes I do" I smiled, "why were you hanging out in the woods behind my house...?"

"Damn, right to the point... I live on the other side of the woods and I'm almost always there, I love it. It's way better than being at home."

"Why'd you scare me??"

"Cause I couldn't resist, and you only get to ask one question" he said trying not to laugh. "What's your favorite color and why were you in the woods in the middle of the night, it's not safe, especially in this town?"

"My favorite color would have to be blue but it's definitely a tie with black. And I was in the woods because... I can be, it's a free country isn't it?"

"Sure it is" he said sarcastically.

I heard sprinkles start hitting the top of the shelter house, it was getting heavier by the second until it was just pouring it's ass off, "That's great" I said motioning out towards the rain.

"What? You don't like the rain?"

"No. I hate it, it reminds me of two horrible things"

"And what two things would that be?"

"1. All the bad things in my life. 2. Those stupid chick flick, romantic movies."

"Wow, I didn't see that coming."

"What?"

"I thought you'd like the 'stupid' romance movies, I like the old classics. Their much better than the newer, super cliché movies."

"I haven't watched many of the old classic movies, I mostly just watch horror and action movies. I like it best when there's no romance."

"I could change your mind." He said with a semi-innocent smile, not at all the way I thought he would say it.

Jesse got up off the bench and stretched out, "Hey, my eyes are up here" he said jokingly. I couldn't help but check him out but maybe I should be a little subtler next time, next time... That's weird, why am I thinking about a next time? I sound like a stalker.

"I can't help it"

"You were checking me out...?"

"I was" Quickly getting up and turning, trying not to let him see me because I was blushing big time.

"Nice, well then I guess I should let you know that I've been checking you out too. Is that how this works?" He asked, his voice untwined with a bit of shyness.

"I think" I said, picking at the cracks in the table, still trying hide my face.

He walked over to me and stopped a few inches from me, I wanted him to touch me so badly. He made my body feel like it never has, some kind of wonderful. Pardon my clichés but right now I just feel like it's necessary.

"We should go before it actually starts storming"

"Okay" I followed him to the truck, but he went to the passenger side instead. I walked up to the door and was about to open it but before I could, he turned me around and pushed me against it. My stomach clenched as I looked up at him, an unrecognizable emotion in his eyes. His body was pressed against mine, the heat coming off him was only making this situation better for me because it felt so right. He put his hand on my cheek and slowly ran his thumb over my bottom lip. "You are so fucking beautiful" he said as his lips met mine. His kiss was soft and firm, he tasted sweet and it only got better when our tongues collided. I could have sworn he tasted like candy, I never wanted this to end. I went to put my arms around his neck, but he stopped me. "No no" he said softly into my ear and he held both of hands above my head against the window. I was just now realizing how big his hands were, because he was only using one hand to hold both of my wrists together! He let his right hand slowly explore down my body, making me press up against him even more. He kissed my neck, just as soon as he had started, he let go of my wrists and stepped back. I didn't know what to do with myself, he'd gotten me all and hot and bothered and my stomach was still tightly clenched. If I didn't get my mind off him or at least find a way to fix this quickly, I don't know if I could trust myself. I might do something stupid.
I leaned against the truck and looked at him in confusion, "why'd you stop...?"

"I don't want to hurt you"