You don't remember how you ended up in the bathroom at school with Eddie, having you pushed up against the inside of the stall, having a heavy, heated, hard, makeout with you. His hands traveled along your body, his leg slotted between yours, with your own hands in his hair or gripping his leather jacket.

Eddie couldn't get enough of you, he didn't even realize how hard and how much he was kissing you, he hadn't even pulled away for a breath. That was until you tugged on his hair, a little signal that you needed a breath, he learned that after making out with you a few times before.

He pulled back gently. Both your lips still had that tingling sensation you always felt after a little making out. Your lips began to bruise a light shade of purple as you both panted.

"Too much?"