Lia
Three days.
Three long, intense days since he pulled me into that classroom, pressed me against the wall and told me to be ready. I haven’t seen him alone since, although I can still feel him watching and waiting. He knows I’m still trying to figure all of this out, figure him out.
I’ve barely slept, because every time I close my eyes, I go right back to that moment. His voice in my ear, his hand on my waist, the heat of his body so close I could barely breathe. It should have faded by now, the ache, the way I keep replaying everything that happened and how desperately I need more…want more.
Just breathe.
Every time I try to focus he’s there, on the edge of everything as if he’s taunting me. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t thinking about it, about him, but it’s consuming my every
