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you want to go grab a bite with me?”
    Oh my gosh, did he just say that? Did this seriously just happen? I think I just flatlined. I can’t seem to move past this strange social phenomenon to answer his question.
    “Georgia, I feel obligated to tell you that your lack of a response will result in me assuming that you do not have plans and I will be taking you to lunch.” Jason whispers in my ear. “And might I add, you smell quite lovely.” Oh goodness, this guy is smooth. I couldn’t put up a fight even if I wanted to.
    “Thank you” is all I could force myself to say. During the whole class, I kept feeling him staring at me, and I couldn’t help at first feel insanely awkward, and I didn’t know what to do. I felt so insecure, bashful and shy.
    Once the bell rang, I didn’t even have time to stand before he grabbed my bag and pulled me to my feet. The whole class stopped and stared, and I honestly think I could cry.
    This attention is much too much, my stomach is in knots and frankly I think I could lose the lunch that I haven’t even eaten yet. I’m a bundle of nerves, just responding by instinct rather than logic. What is a girl to do? My knees are knocking hard and I can’t even fathom the shade of crimson that I’m sure is prominent in my cheek bones.
    Reluctantly I stand next to Jason, and he pulls me gently into the hall and we made our way slowly to the parking lot, heading to his truck. All the eyes are just focused on me, and I am sure that they are equally as confused as I am. Some made the stereotypical hoots and hollering noises that would be expected of my adolescent peers, this however only empowered my insecurities even more.
    Once we got to his truck, Jason opened the door for me.
    “Here you go, beautiful.” He offers while holding out a hand to help me up.
    “Thanks.” I whisper and somehow clamber into the cab of the truck.
    Once we got into the truck, he blasts the radio and takes off furiously. I hold onto the handle for dear life. I don’t know what made my heart beat harder, being in close personal proximity to Jason, his driving or the crazy amount of attention I got today. I think I am going to have an anxiety attack.
    “You ok, sweetie?” Jason asks.
    “Just not used to the attention, or my chauffeur driving like a maniac.” Admitting this, did wonders for my anxiety. Whew!
    “OK, I can slow down. I’m sorry.” Jason apologized to me, and grabbed my hand. Having his hand in mine, made me smile and calmed me down instantly; this in my book is nothing short of remarkable. He did slow down, thankfully.
    Once we pulled into the White Swann Bar-B-Que, he undid his seatbelt swiftly and pulled me practically on top of him. His hands were buried deep in my hair, and his lips were playing on top of mine. His body was hot against mine, and nestled in some deep, heeded need. His lips found my throat and tickled me with his teeth and breathe. Playfully he tugged on my earring. He crushed himself against me, like he was clinging onto some adolescent security blanket, which triggered some subconscious response from me; because the next thing I knew I was kissing him back. My hands held a firm grasps on his shirt, and my lips were pushing back with as much need as his. I’m getting lost in his biblical transgression, and once I noticed that I freaked out.
    “We have to stop. I’m not that type of girl.” I beg
    “What?” He protests. “I’m not trying to bed you down here, it’s just a kiss.”
    “To who, Jason?”
    “To me, and hopefully to you. I promise I’m not trying to make you do anything you don’t want to. I like you, and I’m not trying to jeopardize that.”
    “Really? So this isn’t some type of prelude to seduction?”
    “No, Georgia! I’m just trying to get to know you, and I like you, and I just want to kiss you. That is it, end of story! Stop trying to make me feel like I’m putting your virtue into jeopardy.” Jason scoffs at me. Oh goodness, I