Say I love you

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-My first experience didn't go so well," I simply said, "I'll never do it again.- Your first experience with what?- You know what! Why do you always have to go out of your way to make me feel uncomfortable?- Basically, you're an asshole," he asked, slumping back in his chair, "I should have known.My cheeks don't flush with shame, but with anger. I frown, gripping the straps of my backpack more firmly: - I'm going home, it's getting late.A smirk appears on his full lips, then a hoarse, mocking laugh escapes his throat. I glare at him to show my displeasure, but he seems to be openly mocking my scowl and the dark look I'm giving him: - How long's it been since you've kissed a guy?I don't feel like answering him at all, because I feel he's openly mocking me. However, my lips part against my will: - Two years...- Humhum," he says, as if completely analyzing what I've just told him.- You should let a gar take care of you," he whispers suavely.- I hope you haven't lost the thread?- The thread of what? I ask, slightly confused.He rises from his chair and approaches me with slow, confident steps, his eyes sparkling with mischief. His proximity makes me feel slightly uncomfortable, but I stand my ground, unable to move. He raises a hand, gently brushing my cheek, sending shivers down my spine. His warm breath caresses my skin, and I feel my heart racing.- What are you up to?- Jordan likes girls to experiment, I told you. I want to text something.- I want to text something. I get defensive, looking at him suspiciously.His hand slides nonchalantly over my wrist, as if he couldn't care less about my reaction. The warmth of his rough palm against my skin makes me shiver, but he doesn't seem to care.- Let's see how you kiss...His other hand, still delicately poised on my cheek, caresses it with feigned tenderness. His carefree, lazy gaze plunges into mine, as he quietly moistens his lips. My heart races in my chest, reason screaming at me to push him away, but I'm too intrigued by his detached attitude to react.His face moves closer to mine with disconcerting casualness, as if he doesn't care about all the palpable tension between us. Our noses brush, our lips brush, and I feel his warm breath against my skin. He takes my bottom lip between his with maddening je-m'en-foutisme, and I find myself giving in to the intoxicating sensation.As he releases the wrist he's been holding tightly, his hand slides with calculated nonchalance over my buttocks, sending a shiver down my spine. The way he grazes me could have left me unmoved, but he decides to push the boundaries by slowly pulling up my school uniform skirt. His unruffled gaze seems to defy all restraint as he slides his hand underneath, firmly grasping my buttock in a firm, possessive grip.The tension between us reaches a climax. Despite myself, a groan escapes me, betraying the effect he's having on me. His casualness contrasts with the burning passion that consumes me, creating an explosive mix of desire and forbidden. I feel both attracted and repelled by him.When he releases me, his irises dive into mine, but I'm sure I'm as red as a tomato right now. I'm ashamed to even look him in the eye. It's so humiliating to let yourself be kissed by a guy as casual as him: - Not bad, I could give you a five out of ten.I choke on my saliva. Is he making fun of me?- That's not good enough!His nonchalant gaze slides over my neck, then back into mine: - You deserve a four because you weren't at all enterprising... So I suggest we start again... until you get a ten. Jordan likes experienced girls, I told you.His laid-back attitude and I-don't-care attitude exacerbate the tension between us. Every word he says seems calculated to throw me off balance, to push me out of my comfort zone. Yet despite his nonchalance, he exudes an aura of self-confidence that draws me in irresistibly.I feel my heart racing, my mind whirling in a mixture of confusion and excitement. I'm puzzled by his offer to do it again, but part of me is curious to know just how far he's willing to go to give me that famous ten.As I struggle to keep my composure, I feel his warm breath against my skin, his invasive presence awakening contradictory sensations in me. Despite myself, I find myself wanting to take up his challenge, to let myself be carried away by this wave of tumultuous emotions.This time, it's me who steps towards him, my arms nonchalantly wrapped around his neck. A flippant smile forms on his full lips, his right eyebrow arches as if daring me to push the limits. I let my head fall back, allowing my gaze to dive into his, even though it's much bigger than mine.I begin to kiss the part of his neck that my small size allows me to reach. My gaze settles on his Adam's apple, which rises and falls with his breathing, making my heart beat faster. My lips rest deliberately on this area, defying her scrutinizing gaze, which seems to be sizing me up, evaluating me in a palpable game of tension.Every touch of my lips on his skin provokes an electric reaction, a surge of adrenaline that makes my skin sweat.His hands slide up the back of my thighs and lift me off the ground with disconcerting casualness. I soon find myself trapped between his powerful arms, and I can distinctly feel the erection beginning to form, a sensation that doesn't fail to move me. In a whirlwind of desire and excitement, we soon both find ourselves on his bed, me straddling his body with palpable intensity. My uniform jacket lies carelessly somewhere in his room, abandoned to the fire of our budding passion.His burning gaze meets mine, and a teasing smile forms on his lips. Her nonchalance contrasts with the electric tension between us, creating an atmosphere charged with expectation and unfulfilled desire. I can feel my heart racing as his warm breath caresses my skin, sending delicious shivers down my spine.Every movement, every touch, is imbued with an unsettling sensuality that mesmerizes me and draws me irresistibly to him. His closeness confuses me, overwhelms me, and I feel slightly intimidated by the force of my own emotions. Yet I can't bring myself to pull away from him, drawn like a moth by the bewitching flame of his presence.In a barely audible whisper, he lets out a hoarse sigh that sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine. The tension between us is at its peak, ready to be consumed in a blazing fire of desire and unfulfilled passion. And as our eyes meet in a searing embrace, I feel my whole body ignite under his magnetic charisma.