Serena's POV
I scrunch my face as I get to my locker and open it rapidly, tossing some books inside and slamming it immediately with the irritation in my body.
I can't understand myself right now and I don't know what is going on.
Why the hell am I feeling irked about the thought of it when it's what happened a few minutes ago?
Why didn't I feel like this then? When was it so extremely freaking hard to resist when he began to touch me?
I remember the feeling of his lips against my n*****s and it makes me bite against my bottom lip with frustration.
That heavy sensation returns back to my body and I blink my eyelids rapidly.
Great, I guess this crazy stupid feeling is inevitable.
I should really stop thinking about this.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath about to turn
