Forty-five:
Evander Gordon
I had Oliver Berkshire pressed against a wall. I had him pressed against the wall, and I was kissing his neck. And I’d made him moan. Hearing him moan was my favorite sound in the world. “Evander,” he moaned, “we need to get to class.”
“f**k class,” I replied.
Oliver chuckled. “We can’t f**k class. I don’t think that would be very fun.”
“Oh, I don’t know. It would depend on what class,” I said.
There was the sound of coughing, and I heard a girl’s voice say, “Oh my god, this is so cute.”
I paused, pulling away from Oliver’s neck. “Oliver….is your sister watching us make out?”
Oliver chuckled. “Hi, Kenna.”
I sighed and pulled away from him to glare at his little sister. “Kenna, what are you doing here?”
“Look
