I glance at my phone.—the clock reads 10:00. Shit. Too late to knock. I walk to the back of the house, hoping a few light taps on the window will be enough to get his attention.
I’m right. Tyler’s blinds open and he stands there, shirtless. He doesn't open the window so I motion for him to come outside. I’m standing in the doorway when he opens it. Of course he could have put a shirt on before coming out here. But that would have been too easy.
“What’s up?” he asks, stretching one arm up along the door-frame and leaning into it. Something black catches my eye. It looks like vines creeping along his rib cage and the top of his shoulders.
Tyler clears his throat and I peel my stare away from his chest. Shaking my head I answer, “Just this.”
Without thinking I step forward and rise onto my tip-toes. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down to my level. Before my brain talks me out of it I press my lips to his.
He doesn’t resist. It’s as if he expected it. Or wanted it, which is more disturbing. He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me to him. It’s awkward at first with our height difference, but when his lips begin to move against mine, warm and gentle, I can’t help but respond. My mind is screaming at me to stop, but my body takes over. I trail my fingers up his neck and into his hair, pulling him even closer. Before I know it his tongue is running along my lips, setting my nerves on fire. My body heats up and I melt into him. His arms wrap tighter around me and in seconds my feet are off the ground and around his waist.
Hannah coughs behind us and my body immediately shuts down. I wiggle against him until his grip on my legs loosens and I slide down his body. I turn around to see Stephanie staring at me, her eyes wide and mouth hanging open.