I feel so awkward climbing into the back seat of Niks mom's SUV. It is obvious she doesn't like me. I can tell by the way she looks at me. But Nik wanted me to come over and there was no way I was taking the bus all the way to the other side of the city. When he told me his mom would pick me up, I thought he was kidding, but here we are.

We park outside a grocery store and his mom leaves the two of us alone. Instantly, Nik unbuckles his seat belt and climbs into the backseat with me. He throws his arm around my shoulder and looks down at me before confidently leaning in to kiss me. I am getting used to this, Nik kissing me I mean.

My stomach fills with butterflies and my heart pounds excitedly in my chest each time he lowers his face to mine. His hands no longer tremble when he tilts my face up to his. Whenever he is the one to break the kiss, leaving me pouting, a cocky grin spreads across his face. He knows he is reeling me in.

"This is why you wanted me to come over? So we can make out in the back seat of your moms SUV?"

"It is one reason." Nik grins at me and my body floods with heat. I enjoy seeing him happy but I don't want him to feel like he has the upper hand here.

I have the upper hand and I have to keep it.

There is something about having control over him; I love the feeling of knowing that I can do whatever I want to him and he will always forgive me. He will always want me. But everyday we are like this; kissing, holding hands and acting like a couple, even though we're technically not, he gets more and more confident. More and more sure of himself and I feel my grip on him slipping away.

"What are you thinking about?" He asks wearily.

I smile sweetly at him. "About us, of course."

"Us?" He adds even more emphasis on the word than I did and raises his eyebrows curiously.

"Yes, I still don't know what we should be." I try to sound as casual as possible, as if I can't be bothered to decide when in reality it's all I can think about. Keep Nik wrapped around my finger by keeping myself 'unattainable' or just let it go and be together? "In the meantime..." I trail off and guide his lips back down to mine.