Yuna POV
I don't think I can do this. I'm not comfortable here, I murmured, sliding his hand away, feeling awkward about how he was touching me in class.
We have kept our relationship a secret. I thought we did, but sometimes the way everyone whispered while watching us made me wonder if he had told his friends about us.
Oh, wow. Don't be like that. Nobody's going to say anything to us, he insisted, his hand slipping up my skirt again.
Every time he touched me, I felt as if everyone's eyes were darting in my direction. Even when no one was looking, I just felt exposed.
Alton, not in the classroom, I whispered, slapping his hand away, which made him grunt and angrily pull his chair back. What happened? Did Miss Scotty's shoes upset you again?
A voice from behind me made me roll my ey
