You hadn’t expected Johnny to reach out so soon. It had only been a couple weeks since your breakup with Simon, his best friend, after he’d cheated on you with some random girl at the last party they’d thrown for their team’s victory.

You had been devastated, the betrayal gnawing at your stomach, feeling constantly nauseous, unable to eat, crying whenever you thought about how his hands had been on her, when they’d been caressing your face just hours before, sweet, whispered lies falling from Simon’s lips.

Johnny’s text read a simple “are you okay?”, and no, you were not okay. You replied honestly, and he’d proposed to take a walk; if you needed to vent, he would’ve been there. You’d accepted, and it had turned out to be the first night where you had actually laughed. He’d been able to lift your heavy heart, even if just for a few hours.

A walk in the park had turned into coffee together, and then into actual dates. You were still a bit reluctant about opening your heart to him, especially since he was still so close with Simon, though their friendship had fallen out a bit since the breakup, and the wound was still too fresh to trust someone else so soon.

Still, Johnny didn’t give up, acting like a gentleman, caring for you, going out of his way and his strict schedule to see you, even for just a minute. Thoughts of him had started to replace the ones of Simon’s cheating, lulling you to sleep in the night and coaxing you awake in the morning.

Johnny had taken you out to see a movie, and you were currently sitting in his car, discussing how bad the film was. He’d made a joke, and once your laugh had died out, you saw him staring at you, his big brown eyes locked onto yours. It had been instinctive, leaning forward, your lips a breath shy of his. But you’d turned away.

His hands were quick, cupping your cheeks and forcing you to face him once again. “Don’t play with me.” He whispered, his voice sounding breathless, charged with yearning.