"I didn't want to like you," I admit, looking back up at him. "I know." "This probably won't work," I tell him. "Probably not." "My home life's not so perfect." "That makes two of us," he says. "I'm willing to find out what this thing is going on between us. Are you?" "If we weren't outside," he says, "I'd show you--" I cut him off by grabbing the thick hair at the base of his neck and pulling that gorgeous head of his down. If we can't exactly have privacy right now, I'll settle for being real. Besides, everyone who we need to keep this a secret is in school. Alex keeps his hands at his side, but when I part my lips, he groans against my mouth and his wrench drops to the ground with a loud clink. His strong hands wrap around me, making me feel protected. His velvet tongue mingles with mine, creating an unfamiliar melting sensation deep within my body. This is more than making out, it's...well, it feels like a lot more. His hands never stop moving; one circles my back while the other plays with my hair. Alex isn't the only one exploring. My hands are roving all over him, feeling his muscles tense beneath my hands and heightening my awareness of him. I touch his jaw and the roughness of a day's growth scratches my skin. A loud clearing of Enrique's throat tears us apart. Alex looks at me with intense passion. "I have to get back to work," he says, his breathing ragged. "Oh. Well, sure." Suddenly embarrassed at our PDA, I step back."