Johnny had an inkling that I wasn't really into the movie. Maybe it was the way I kept inching my hand higher up his thigh, or the way I kept grazing my hands over his chest. Either way, he was definitely picking up my signals, and trying desperately to ignore them.
My hand was about an inch away from reaching my goal and I had started to slide it up Johnny's thigh just a little higher when he suddenly caught my wrist.
"Please, I'm trying hard not to be the guy that your dad thinks I am and you're making it really difficult, right now."
I knew that my dad thought the worst of him. With his reputation of being one of those "bad boys" in school, he was a perfect picture of the type of guy my dad didn't want me dating. I knew Johnny was so much more than he seemed though. He was sweet, th
