🐞MTOABB🐞

"I shouldn't..." I trail as his lips graze at the corner of my lips.

Maybe if I close my eyes, I would feel less guilty.
Maybe if I let him kiss me, I'll be more prepared for when Zack devours my lips with his.
Maybe if I pretend to not enjoy this feeling -- this sensation, Prinse would stop.

"I'm waiting for a nod," he tells me, and in that moment of weakness, I give it to him. It's like I'm not capable of thinking as butterflies flutter in my stomach.

He places his one hand on my blushed cheek and slowly caresses it as he gently bites my bottom lip, leaving me to grasp. Very unsure of what to do -- I stand there, leaving him to take charge.

"You're allowed to kiss me back," he says as he trails wet kisses on my neck.

"Where do I start?" I ask and in that moment I want to staple my lips together.

"Have you not kissed anyone before?" He asks, stopping his little actions of pleasure.

"Yes I have," I say, tensing up.

"I know you haven't, that's why I kissed you," he says, smirking.

"Dorks aren't suppose to be jerks," I utter.

"Right, I apologize."
His ringtone goes off and he stares at his phone blankly before cutting the call.
"Wish this could last longer, but I need to be somewhere-"

"This can't happen again, I'm in a relationship," I say backing away from his scent.

"Right," he says.

"I'm with Zack now."

"I didn't disagree."

"I don't want you thinking I go around kissing guys that are not my boyfriend," I say and he nods.

His phone rings again. "I need to go, let me show you out."

🐞My Type Of A Bad Boy🐞

I might have tied and untied my hair a few too many times.

How does one prepare themselves to go on a date?

It shouldn't make one stress as much as I am right now.

I have 3 outfits laid out on my bed; one seems more appropriate for church than a date and the other two -- they seem to say that I'm trying too hard, but I'm failing.

I sigh, knowing I only have an hour before Zack is meant to arrive.

"You seem ready," Chloe says as she opens my bedroom door. She has her brunette hair cascading down her shoulders.

"I know, I know," I sigh. "Help me?"

"Well, I have nothing better to do at the moment, so sure," she says closing the door behind her, and ushering towards the clothes on my bed.

"Can't believe you still have these clothes," she says more to herself then to me. She throws her head back in laughter as she picks up the baby blue dress laying on my bed- the one that flows down to my knees - and yes -- the church one, and please don't ask why I had that as an option for a date with Zack.

"Are you going to help me or what?" I ask.

She walks towards my closet and pulls it open. "You have the most cutest clothes, but you have no idea how to style it."

"If this is your way of insulting me, you are doing a terrible job, because I'm taking it as a compliment, regardless," I say, smiling proudly.

"It was meant to be a compliment," she says rolling her eyes. "Here," she says, passing a plain khaki blouse with a button up cut denim jean in my direction.

"That was simple enough," I say.

"A thank you, Chloe, would be much appreciate," she says as she grabs my closed sandals from the floor and throws them at my feet.

"Thanks."

I start to undress - starting off with my oversized t-shirt. When I've fully stripped down to my bra and underwear, I realise that maybe I need to tell Chloe what went down earlier today.

"I might have done something very stupid," I say.

"Why does this not surprise me, what did you do this time?" She asks, already giving me a knowing look.

"Don't shout, but I might have kissed Prinse - or wait, he kissed me and I was really enjoying it and... and... I have to tell Zack and I'm dreading it," I say rambling.

"No shit. You're joking right?" She asks.

"Yes I'm joking - because I'm obviously a jokester for a living," I say, rolling my eyes.

"Look at you being naughty - cheating on your first boyfriend," she teases.

"Don't do that, you are suppose to be lecturing me," I whine.

"What do I do now? Do I tell Zack?" I ask.

"You kissed Prinse while you are in a relationship with Zack, so yes, you need to tell him," she says, stating the logical thing to do.

"Ugh."

"That's what you get for being a badass," she chuckles.

"I thought you would be angry for some reason. I went over to his house with the intention that you two were in a relationship and I was going to condemn him about it because--"

"Because you like him," she says, cutting me off.

"No I don't, I found my type of a bad boy - and he goes by the name of Zack Daniels."