| � I�m not the only person on this couch who wants to make out.� Ryan said, carefully sliding his arm around her shoulder. �Oh really?� Abbie challenged. �That would make me right, wouldn�t it? And in that case, you�d be wrong.� �I�m never wrong. That�s just impossible.� �So prove it.� He challenged back at her. �Well, see, um, I don�t feel like aruging about it right now. Let�s just let it be known, that I am right.� �Is that an invitation?� He inquired. �No.� �So you don�t want me to kiss you?� �No, I wouldn�t say that.� �You�re going to make this really difficult for me, aren�t you?� �Now you�re catching on.� Abbie smiled coquettishly. �Which is it?� Ryan was eagar. Her eyes darted away from his gaze to the floor, to the window, down the hallway. Every time he looked like he was going to plant one on her, she looked away and he just laughed. �I don�t get what�s so funny.� He pulled her in closer to him on the antiquated green sofa. �You try to be mean, but you�re just too damn adorable.� Ryan was of an average height, he had lots of piercing, chains and whatnot. But his face was unscathed by his thrilling lifestyle, he had big warm eyes and tender lips. Abbie was his polar opposite, with her seventies hair, flipped out at the ends, blue eyes, black ensemble, complete with a lacy tanktop. She belonged on the society pages ridiculing people such as him. �What is it you�d like Abbie?� She rolled her eyes, searching the flowered wallpaper for an answer. �I don�t know?� Finally she forced herself to let her eyes meet his, he leaned in and kissed her fishing with his tongue ring through her mouth. |
| Never Wrong |