I turned up the radio when we got in his car, not wanting to talk just yet, because I know I'll fall for his white smile and give him another shot.

We pulled up outside of the coffee shop, with at least a dozen bikes parked outside. "Shit... it looks busy."

"It's fine- I'm not really in the mood for coffee anyways-"

"Hey, you promised me thirty minutes and I promised you a coffee. It doesn't even have to be a coffee, just let me get us a drink and we can get it to-go."

"Okay." I gave in.

"I'll be right back."

He headed into the small shop, and I pulled out my phone to keep myself entertained. I flicked through Snapchat stories and Instagram, and five minutes later he came back with two paper cups.

"You like hot chocolate, don't you?"

"Oh, um yeah. Thank you."

Hot chocolate is mine and Theo's thing. I'd hate if he did that with another girl. God he's so oblivious but it's like he's doing this just to piss off Theo.

I took a cup off him, blowing off the steam.

"Where'd you want to go?"

"I don't mind..."

"Wanna go back to mine?"

"I'm not sure that's a good idea..."

"No ones home, we could just do homework and talk, then I'll bring you home whenever you want."

I really don't want to say yes. This is a terrible idea, but I've got Theo on speed dial and I still need to talk to him...

"Thirty minutes."

*

His house is beautiful. It's big, and white, with a black door and window frames. It's one of those homes you'd see in a kids tv show, with a swing hung from a tree on the front yard.

I wiped my feet on the 'welcome' mat before following him inside. "I love your house."

"Mom would be glad to hear that. She's the one who keeps it in check."

He took off his shoes so I did the same, letting the soft carpet in his hallway soothe my tired feet. "Are you hungry?"

"No, I'm fine, thanks."

I was unsure of what to do, where to stand and what to say. So I didn't do anything.

"I was actually hoping you could help me with history, we've got a test next week and I don't know anything..."

"Sure."

He led me up the grey carpet stairs, to the first door on the left. He opened the door, and my eyes scanned around his bedroom.

It was nothing like I imagined it would be. His walls were white, contrasting to his bed that's large and black, with his computer and tv beside. He had shelves full of books, and a white desk scattered in pens, highlighters and a few textbooks piled.

His wardrobe was tight in the corner and his window was bright, lighting the whole room.

He turned around and must have seen my expression. "Sorry if it's messy, I didn't expect to be bringing someone over-"

"No its not messy at all, it's really cool."

"Thanks." He chuckled, closing the door. That's when it hit me. Fuck, I'm in a boy's bedroom, that isn't Theo's. I should talk to him now, shouldn't I? Just so he doesn't get the wrong idea.

"Make yourself at home." He gestured to the bed, turning to his shelf to pick a book.

I took my bag off my shoulder and sat on the end of his bed. "Did you want to do history?"

"We can do something that isn't homework, if you want."

"We can study, it's fine."

"Ok." He sat across from me on the bed, dumping a textbook, copy and flash cards on the bed in front of us. "I've tried everything, and I still haven't learn it."

"That's because you aren't learning properly..."

"And how do you suggest I do that?"

"You have to want to learn. Make it a game or learn something that interests you."

"Okay..."

I picked up a random card off the bed, covering the back so he couldn't cheat. "When did Louis XVI become king?"

"Seventeen-seventy-three?"

"Seventy-four."

"How am I supposed to remember that?"

"Well I just told you, so remember me telling you, it was seventy-four."

"Alright." He sat back against his head board, loosening his tie. "Maybe if you made up a dance to go with it I'd remember better..."

"Don't push your luck. You've got twenty minutes left."

"Ugh, okay." He smiled, "how about we turn it into a game?"

"What kind of a game?"

"Truth, dare, strip, but we only get a go if we get the question right."

"Nope. Nineteen minutes..."

"What, are you scared you're gonna lose?"

My heart was screaming at me, telling me to say 'no'. Think of Theodore. You're meant to be rejecting Matt.

But my head was arguing. It will be fun. You're just friends. You can keep your hands to yourself and say 'no' afterwards. Theodore isn't thinking of you.

It was the last part that convinced me. "Fine. You ask me first."

A grin spread across his face as he picked up a piece of paper. "Who were the bourgeoisie?"

"The middle class. Merchants, industrialists..."

"Yep." He placed it back down waiting for me to ask him.

"Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

"Why'd you really invite me back to your house?"

He bit his lip, reaching down to unbutton his shirt, which was an answer itself. "Strip."

He pulled his white shirt off his shoulders, showing his crunched but toned abs. He dropped the fabric on the floor and turned back to me with a smile. "My turn."

"What ended Papal rule over the French Church?"

"Declaration of Rights of Man and Citizen. Truth or Dare."

It was only now that it clicked - he lied about struggling with history. He's top of the class, in every class.

"Truth."

"Why'd you come?"

"Because I promised you I would. And we still need to talk..."

"Mhm." He nodded. I was expecting our conversation to start now, but instead he picked up another flash card. "What were cahiers?"

"A list of grievances. Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

"Why haven't you talked about what happened?"

"Because I thought you'd want to forget about it and I didn't want to spoil things."

Maybe it's best we keep that conversation for the car ride back to my house. "Tennis Court Oath?"

"When the National Assembly refused to separate until a constitution was made. Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

"Would you want to do it again?"

"Last night?"

"Yeah."

"I'm not sure."

"That's not the truth."

I looked myself up and down, looking for an item of clothing I could take off. I'm left with either my shirt or skirt, both of which would leave me in my underwear, which I really don't want to do.

My hands slipped under my skirt, hooking around my thong and tugging it down my legs. The black lace reached my knees and I stepped out of them, dropping them to the floor, next to his shirt. "Strip."

He looked at me with intrigued eyes, the corner of his mouth slightly turned upwards.

I sat further on his bed, keeping my thighs pressed together, while I rest on my elbows.

"Estates General?"

"A meeting of the three estates of France, it had to be called by the king. Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

He moved his legs and mimicked my pose, lying parallel to my body.

"Are you a virgin?"

Fuck. I need to leave, times definitely over and I need to go home to Theo, but for some dumb reason my hands moved to my shirt, unbuttoning it. "Strip."

He didn't try to hide the way he watched my fingers twiddle with the small buttons. I pulled open the shirt, stretching my arms and letting it fall to the bed behind me. "Fuck..."

His eyes fell on the black fabric I had hoped to show Theodore instead, and I stung with guilt again, making me bite my tongue. "The Hundred Days?"

"When Napoleon returned from his exile on Elba to France. Truth or Dare?"

"Dare."

"Show me your phone, unlocked."

He sucked his teeth like he was considering it. He stood up and moved his hands to his pockets, and I expected him to take out his phone, but instead he started to undo his belt. "Strip."

His trousers dropped to the floor, pooling around his feet, leaving him stood in dark grey Calvin Kleins.

I tried not to look at the apparent outline as he turned around, but failed miserably.

"Napoleon's final defeat?" I struggled to keep my voice steady. I need to stop this before it develops even more, but I can't. Every time I tell myself 'Theo wouldn't want this', I have to remind myself that Theo doesn't even want me.

"Waterloo." He climbed back on the bed, sitting even closer this time. I tried not to make eye contact, but every time I did I couldn't pull away. "True or Dare?"

"Dare."

I never thought my words through properly, and he must be able to tell how nervous I am, by the way my chest is rising and falling. His eyes flashed to my lips, with a smirk across his face.

"Kiss me."

I froze. I can't do it.

I watched his smirk drop, and he did my dare for me. His hand cupped my cheek while the other stretched across my body, so he could hold himself above me. His lower body weighed down onto mine, and he brought our faces closer, pressing his lips against mine.