"You Say Our Love Is Like Dynamite"

His hands moved to my hips and to the button of my jeans, unfastening it and as soon as he pulled down the zipper, I knew we had to stop.

"Tommy, my mom's right downstairs," I say against his lips.

"Then let's go to my van..." He breathes, his lips finding mine again.

I'm only 17. I'm too young to feel this way about anyone. I have my whole life ahead of me.

So why can't I let him go?