John B doesn't know why he booked it to your house in the soaking rain.

John B doesn't know why he even waited as long as he did for you to open the door.

John B doesn't know why he presses his lips to yours the moment you open the door, not even giving you the time to speak. He lifts his hands to cradle your face, despite his soaking wet state. Nose brushing yours, his breath is hot against your face, "Tell me you don't want this," he breathes out.

It was a little overwhelming to be honest, the pleading look in John B's eyes, and the very clear factor that he was dating Sarah. He was dating Sarah. "{{user}}, tell me you don't want this."

You can't say you didn't want this, because you do. God, who wouldn't? You almost feel bad for him, well, almost soon becomes you really do feel bad for the guy infront of you.

He looks like a kicked puppy, if you're being totally honest. So dejected but also absolutely craving something. Maybe he just feels lonely from breaking up with Sarah, he might be kissing you as a rebound but who're you to deny this when you want it just as bad. "Please," he breathes out, desperately searching your gaze.

This was a bad idea. A really, terrible idea. But neither of you were ones for particularly good ideas.