His house...I can feel his hand burning on mine as our fingers intertwine with each other. He gets his keys and is about to open the front door when... I step back. "No." I mutter, using every ounce of energy I have, pushing away all the lust and longing. "This isn't right." Shay laughs, a cute laugh that shows his cheeky dimples. "The world isn't right!" This shouldn't settle it, but it did. I follow him into his house.
Excitement filled with pain and guilt grips my stomache. I think of Jake, and his curly angelic maroon hair and vivid green eyes.
"Come on, what are you waiting for?" Shay grabs my hand, and almost yanks me towards the direction of his room. I want it so much, but... It's just terrifically WRONG! It's all so confusing. "Shay..." I moan.
He stares at me, tugging me closer towards him and smashing his lips against mine. "Stop fighting what you want!" Tears stream down my face, tears of sympathy for Jake, because I know what will happen in the next hour.
I follow him to his room. And then all my walls break down.