Dove
"Go on a date with me."
My head nearly fell off my neck as I held onto the desk to steady myself. Maybe I was hearing things. Maybe I had hit my head and fainted completely because had Benecio, The Quarterback, Campus heart throb and the playboy asked me out on a date. "What?" I blinked unsure if I had heard things or if he was just messing with me again.
"Go on a date with me," he smiled and took my hands in his, his thumb caressing the skin, "I don't want you to feel like I'm just using you to get a quick high. You're too good for that and I value you too much. Go on a date with me so I can properly woo you."
I opened and closed my mouth too far in shock to understand what he was saying, "Benecio."
"I don't want you to think I'm capitilizing on your heartbreak. That I'm exploiting your heartbreak," he pressed kisses to my cheek, "I want to do things right by you. Especially after all my preaching."
