I stand up to leave.

“I really need to go!” I laugh.

“No!” He groans from the couch. He reaches up and graps my waist, pulling me back down on top of him. He locked his hands around me and pressed his lis against my neck.

“Stop!” I giggled, pushing against him.

“Never.” He growls, laughing at my half stuggles. He moves his lips slowly up along my neck and then down my jawline towards my lips.

“I really…” I get out before his lips find mine. Attempting to talk around them I mumbled, “need… to… go!”
“Of course, Sweetie.” He said, pausing only for a heartbeat to answer me. His hands are still locked tight around my waist and he kissed me more passionately then.

A small moan escaped my lips before I pushed away from him again. “I can’t be home late!”

“I know.” He said, not letting go. “But I promised you once I’d never let you go… How can you ask me to break that?”

I laughed, “You want to deal with my dad?”

“Go.” He said abrubtly, making me laugh harder as he dropped his hands.