"Wow."
Jay turned around, staring upwards at the ceiling. "That's cool." His face had lit up with a childish quality when he had seen the starry ceiling, which I somehow found very attractive.
He looked down at me and saw me smiling. He raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
I couldn't help it: I giggled.
"What?!" He asked, sounding more urgent.
"It's just..."
I smiled and shook my head.
"It is cool, isn't it?"
Jay slumped down into a beanbag and peered around the room.
The chill-out room was my attic, with a ceiling embedded with little lights that looked like stars. There were beanbags and two sofas as well as a wide screen tv, and a desk where I did my homework. It was my favourite room in the whole house.
I sat down too, and smiled at Jay. He immediately flushed.
"You know something?" He asked, leaning in closer to me.
I raised an eyebrow again (yess) and replied:
"What?"
"I wasn't sure - about you, I mean. I thought maybe you might be the type of girl that plays about."
So I didn't play games? But wasn't that bad? Or at least unattractive...
I must have shown my confusion in my face; Jay leaned even closer to me (I swear my head was actually spinning by then) and grabbed my hands.
"What I meant to say was that you are simple: sweet, but simple. Like a latte."
He blushed again and quickly removed his hands.
I laughed at his simile.
"Is your whole life to do with coffee?" I asked through a laugh.
"Yup..." Jay slowly raised a hand. He touched my neck, then slowly slid it round till he was cupping the back of my head and I felt his magnetism like a pull.
My hands were on his shirt, the plaid soft beneath my fingers; I pulled him closer.
He leant forwards until his hair was brushing my forehead, until I could feel his breath on my lips, until I could feel his hand on my waist.
And then my mum shouted up the stairs.