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Laci blinked, a little surprised, when Lucas touched her jawline softly. He held her gaze for a moment, before he leaned in and gently kissed her. The kiss was so soft, so gentle, she felt herself filled with warmth. The kiss wasn't needy or pushy, and just like that he swept her off her feet. She never wanted to moved away from him. She rested a hand on the back of his neck, and softly pressed herself against him when he pulled her closer. The heat between them was so undeniable, and she found herself not wanting to pull away. It was the kind of kiss that changed everything for her.

Rather suddenly, Lucas pulled away from her and rested his forehead on hers. Her pale eyes fluttered up, and she looked up to see that his eyes were still closed. "I'm sorry." He breathed, seeming to struggle with himself. Without missing a beat, a small smile found it's way to her lips. "Lucas, you have nothing to be sorry for." She told him certainly, closing the space that had formed between them.

Laci tilted her chin forward, and her lips met his once more. She kissed him with more strength and sureness than before. Her fingers found their way to his hair, and she felt herself filled with warmth once more. Standing there, kissing him with everything she had, she found herself wanting more of him. She didn't care what stood in their way, and she didn't care about the fact that she barely knew him. She would give up anything to be with him. With him, she just felt all of the things keeping them apart melt away. Nothing else really mattered- all that mattered was him. Being here.

She knew doing this with him was probably a bad idea, but she didn't care. She pulled away slightly, for a moment, and smiled at him. "Like I said. You have nothing to be sorry for." Her one of her hands softly brushed over one of his arms, and she rested her forehead on his. She brought her lips close enough so the were just milimetres away from his, but not quite touching. It took her an immense amount of self control to keep from kissing him again, but she left the ball in his court. Keeping her eyes closed, she just stood there, feeling their electricity, for a long moment.

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Dan grinned as he left the room, knowing she would follow. Or at least hoping. She was so different than any girl that he had met before- they always just melted in his palm and happily gave into him. But she had real spirit. He wanted her more than he had wanted any other girl, but he sure as hell wasn't about to admit that.
When he felt her grab his wrist and turn him around, he masked his surprise with a confident smile.

“You can’t just kiss me and walk away, it doesn’t work like that sweetheart." She told him, and his grin never wavered. But before he could shoot back a witty remark, she pushed him against a wall and kissed him hard. He easily kissed her back, wanting more of her. “Your right you’re exactly my type and that’s what’s going to get me in trouble.” She told him, and he grinned again. "I knew it, babe. I'm irresistible." He teased, with a quick wink.

She kissed him again, and he quickly took over. He turned them so her back was against the wall, and effortlessly pulled her legs up around his waist. He would never admit it, but she was exactly his type too. She was exactly the kind of girl that he would give up anything for, and that terrified him. His whole life, he had made a point never to get too attached to anyone at all. And with her, he could already feel himself getting attached.

"“We should go, before this goes any further.”

He sighed heavily, resting his forehead on herself for a second before finally releasing her. "Oh, they won't notice if we're a little late." He grinned at her, but he knew she wasn't going to miss her football game. He noticed her sigh and the way she avoided eye contact, and his smile widened. He knew she had felt it too- that undeniable pull between the two of them.

"I'll be in the car.' She told him, still not meeting his eyes. With a heavy sigh, he followed her downstairs and to her car. He watched her, rather skeptically, as she pulled down the mirror and began fixing her makeup without even acknowledging him. As if she hadn't felt anything during their kiss.

"Don't act like that meant nothing to you, beautiful." He turned to her, and although he had a confident grin his eyes held a certain amount of seriousness. "You might as well admit it. I'm getting to you." He grinned brightly, and winked at her. He then turned his head, and acted as though he wasn't at all interested in her as she drove. He rolled down his window, and let the wind ruffle his hair. He gave Stevie a quick glance, mostly to see if it was messing up her hair or annoying her at all.

He knew this was a bad idea, but he couldn't bring himself to keep away from her.