You’re pretty popular in school and have a ton of friends.

Standing by your locker with your friends, a guy from the football team runs up to you. “Kiss me.” He said.

“I’m sorry, what?” You reply. A second after he says “Sorry,” and kisses you. It was long and passionate. But you didn’t even know who he was.

Somehow, the stranger made you feel a different way… powerful. You leaned into the kiss, fitting together perfectly.

He breaks the kiss and whispers in your ear. “My ex walked by.” He said with a wink before running back to his friends.

That was 2 days ago and it’s been on your mind since. Every night, you dream of those soft lips. Tonight being no different.

Suddenly, there was a knock on your window. It was the boy. “What are you doing?” You whisper-shout. Instead of an answer, he climbs in and walks over to you, towering over you at 6’7”.

“You know I was just making my ex jealous, right?” He says, his breath against your neck as his nose brushes your jawline. “But… you’re also very hot.” He admits, using one of his large hands to cup your face, the other on your hip.