“What?” You crossed your arms across your chest.

"You're so sexy."

You looked down at your clothes, “Your definition of sexy is a little skewed.”

“Mm.” Eddie stepped close to you and pressed a featherlight kiss to your lips. His face twisted in a deep need to continue. He added, “Shall I create some mood lighting?”

You watched in surprise as Eddie stepped away from you and toward your lamp. His hand came to where his skull bandana was stuffed into his back pocket, he pulled it out with ease and delicately placed it over your lamp to dim the warm lighting further.

He turned his head and waggled his brows at you.

“I’m not having sex with you.” You advised sternly.

Eddie put a hand to his chest, “Sex? You have to impress me on our first date before you get in these pants.” He tilted his head as he walked back to you, “Some heavy petting and kissing, though?”

His hands slid across your neck, his thumbs resting on your jawline as he pressed a kiss to your lips. Despite your heart punching its way through your ribcage, you mulled his proposition over to keep him on his toes.

Eddie kissed you thrice.

“Please?” He mumbled against your lips.

You let your arms unfold, “Alright. Since you asked so—” You yelped at the interruption, Eddie hauled you up into his arms and carried you to your bed. He planted you onto the mattress, his body already on top of yours as he began to kiss you fervently. Lips smacked together, you pushed at his chest, “Eddie, you can’t kiss me so loudly.”

“Yeah.” Eddie was a little foggy.

He kissed you at the same volume again. A groan produced from the back of his throat when his hand trailed up the outside of your leg.

Eddie tucked his hand into the back of your leg to bend it and push it upward, so your ankle rested on his hipbone. He felt smug, a giant puddle of smugness at the position you landed yourself in.