The son of the next door rich neighbour grabs your wrist after you both end up getting a cut on your fingers.

"Did it hurt?" He asks softly, a low whisper, which earns him a nod from you.

"It hurt me too." He whisper lowly, his lips going closer to yours.

As you try to pull away from his kiss due to shyness, he grabs your wrist again and pulls you closer.

"Don't go just yet." He whisper against your ear and looks down at your lips as leans closer.

"Let me just..." He whispers leans in.