“Alright dear. Have fun at Matt’s.”

Shit. Why did she have to give in so easily? A good step parent would ask me what I was doing at a boy’s house who was two years older than me.

I started up my truck and pulled out of the driveway. Matt only lived ten minutes away.

I strode up to his house, noticing that there was only one car there: Matt’s.

“Hey Cass.”

“Hi.” There were a few seconds of silence. “Are you going to invite me in or are you just going to stand there?”

“Oh, yeah. C’mon in.” He opened the door wide. I brushed past him and into his living room. His books were spread on the coffee table.

“Okay, you ready to do this thing?” I settled against the cushions of the couch, thumbing through his textbook.

He came up from behind me and sat down. He brushed my hair from my face and leaned in towards my lips.

Ah…

His kisses were so sweet and innocent. His lips were gentle but persistent. I knew I shouldn’t let him kiss me, but I couldn’t help letting him continue.

I was too much in love.