As we make our way back to the Mercedes, Calvin starts to search through his pockets for his keys while I lead him by our linked hands and turn to lean against the driver's door. Calvin notices me and quickly manages to unlock the car before he steps closer to me with a subtle smile pulling at his lips. I press up against him and brush my lips against his once, then twice, before he finally gives into his temptation. 

I may have started this, but I just relaxed and let Calvin take control. He pressed me against his car, lips locked in a passionate kiss. I bring my hands up his chest, then neck, before lacing my fingers in his hair. Calvin slowly slides his hands down my back. Shyly, his fingers slip under my sweater and gently knead into my bare skin, sending tingles up my spine and making my whole body feel wild. 

With his body pressed into mine, I can feel his heartbeat thudding against my chest. I lean into him one last time and untangle my hands from his hair before I decide to speak. "So much for already being late," I say, out of breath. 

Calvin sighs, which is understandable, I know I'm cutting this really short. He trails kisses across my flushed face and down my neck, not willing to give up, and slides his hands up my back. Then, he tests me to see if I mean it, moving my legs apart with his knee and slipping a leg between mine. I don't want to stop but I shouldn't let him get away with this while his parents are onto us. 

"Come on," I say, and I feel him smile against the crook of my neck. I look down, our bodies are interlocked like Lego, fitting perfectly against each other. He puts pressure between my legs and comes away from my neck. Gently, Calvin runs his index finger under my chin forcing me to look up. The look in his eye tells me he knows neither of us want to leave this. 

We watch one another, trying to make up our minds. Do we keep going or play it safe? What's going to happen if we don't head back now? 

Calvin finally says something, not bothering to hide the amusement he gets from teasing me. "I'm late, aren't I?" 

"Yeah," I answered softly. 

"Should we leave? Do you want to?" he questions me but I don't make any effort to respond. He smirks then. "I bet I can tell your answer," he whispers in a low tone, his hot breath radiating off my skin. 

I turn a bright shade of pink. I push his face away and he laughs light-heartedly. I love and hate that he teases me. It doesn't make it any easier to say no. Calvin steps back from me and I stand there shyly. 

He looks at me gently, "Let's go." 

I bite my lip, both frustrated and impatient. "No," I say which shocks me more than it shocks him, "Three more minutes, then we can finish another time." 

I pull him back and kiss him, It's not desperate or sloppy, just light, careful kisses. He embraces me and I practically melt into him. And almost as quickly as we started, we pulled away slowly and climbed into the car. 

The journey through the streets and back to the train station starts. Not too long into the drive, a song comes through the speakers that I can't help but sing along to. Calvin turns it up, joining in as I dance along. It's not great dancing, but it didn't stop us. 

Eventually, we reach the station and say our routine goodbyes. 

"Goodbye Calvin Wood," I say with a wink. 

"Goodbye Oliver Night," he says, pulling me close to kiss me softly on the lips. 

"Library tomorrow?" 

He smiles, "I have nothing better to do."