In the restricted part of the building, Marcelo pushed me against the wall. His tongue pushed into mine as my arms wrapped around his neck. I could feel his hand caressing my ass.
When his mouth travels down my neck, I look at my watch. We've been making out for almost ten minutes.
I hit his broad back, "Hey. We gotta get back, or else they'll be suspicious."
"Don't worry," he pants out. "I already message Eric. I'm heading home."
"What about me?"
"Tell them you have diarrhea or something." He kisses me again.
I move my head away, "Really?"
"Yeah."
Oh, whatever.
I kiss Marcelo again. When my feet got tired, I leap onto him. He held me from below with his arms and pressed me against the wall.
"You know," I swallow furiously, "This doesn't mean we're together or anything."
He smil
