The next few days are torturous. Every time I see Jared, the memory of our steamy picture exchange makes me burn with lust. His smoldering looks and whispered innuendos don't help matters.
"Counting down the days, baby," he murmurs huskily one day, pressing against me from behind as I'm getting books from my locker. His body is rigid with unmistakable arousal, sending shockwaves of want through me.
I have to excuse myself to the bathroom to catch my breath, I'm so flustered and turned on. I can't concentrate, can't think about anything other than the primal need rapidly consuming me.
Zoe takes one look at my feverish expression and knows exactly what's going on. "Jared's really working you up, isn't he?" she giggles delightedly. "Just two more weeks till you can jump his bones guilt-f
