Laney followed him to his bedroom and hurried inside while he shut the door. He wasted no time, pulling her towards him and kissing her once more. She was fine with it, though. His dad might be on his way home now! He could be in his car. He could be in the driveway! The very thought made her breathing pick up. Or maybe that was Alfie. Their kisses were getting more desperate. More rapid.
Her arms wrapped around his neck again, resuming the position they were in while the two were sitting on the floor. Her fingers, a lot less tentatively this time, moved to bury themselves in his hair. It was soft and she liked the way the shortness of it felt against her skin when she moved her hands.
Without even realizing they had been walking, she felt the bed hit the back of her legs. Somehow, she managed to sit down without letting their lips part. Her arms tugged him down with her. This was what making out was. This was what all those high school kids talked about after things like prom and the Valentine's dance. No wonder they always had some kind of drama going on. If making out was always this exciting, Laney could certainly understand why everyone wanted to make a big fuss out of it.