Kestrel's POV
I hate to say this, but I don't mind that my mouth is sore. I don't mind that in a public place or maybe a semi-private place meant for student detention, I sucked Zeph's c**k and enjoyed every pleasure. I don't mind that he f****d me beside the hockey rink. The roughness, the grip, every damn thing that happened. And right now, I'm aching down there in the most delicious way only for him.
Zeph was released, and he wants to go to his dorm, then go skate on the ice for practice and some s**t. I can't even remember the reason why I went to see him initially. Maybe I was worried that he was locked up. But now, I realize that I just want to cling to him, to never let him out of my sight again.
"What do you want to do?" I ask him as we walk across the campus, my legs still slig
