I stand there for a moment, processing the interaction. Liam's sudden appearance and departure leave me feeling disoriented. I shake it off and step forward as the line moves, my mind bouncing between the essay and the encounter. I'm too stressed out to be dealing with all this.
Liam's newfound interest in me is the main thing that gives me the most stress. Why won't he leave me alone?Finally, it's my turn. I order my usual—to medium pepperoni pizzas with extra cheese—and pay the cashier. They give me a number and tell me it'll be about ten minutes. I find a corner to stand in, away from the tables and the people.I can see Liam sitting with his friends or it could be his minions out of the corner of my eye. I turn my back to the right so I don't look at him by accident. I hate the fact that he intrigues me. He shouldn't, people like him are dangerous. He sells drugs for a living. He has people that steal and kill for him.It’s Monday morning — that grey, sleepy kind of morning where the air still feels heavy from the weekend. I’m half awake, bag slung over my shoulder, hair barely cooperating, when I step outside and freeze.He’s there.Liam.Leaning against his car like he owns the world, black hoodie pulled up, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a cup of coffee. The street is quiet except for the faint hum of engines and early-morning birds but somehow, everything feels louder when I see him.My heart skips. My breath does that stupid fluttering thing it always does around him.“What are you doing here?” I ask, trying to sound casual, but my voice betrays me, too thin, too curious.He smiles, slow and deliberate. “I’m taking you to school today.” He pauses, his eyes glinting. “And every other day from now on.”I blink at him, caught between laughing and panicking. “I
I flip onto my back taking her with me. I look up at her and move her legs to my side making her straddle me. I don't think she realizes it but she grinds her pussy into me and I smile. Her mind might be fighting with her but her body wants me.I quickly sit up and go in foe the kill with a wet kiss. I plunge my tongue into her mou, making her moan as I fuck her mouth with mine.I tighten my arm around her waist, drawing her in until I can feel her heartbeat through the thin fabric between us. Her skin is warm, her hair brushes my jaw, and everything in me aches - not with hunger, but with something gentler, deeper.She calls out my name softly when I break the kiss and I kiss her neck, I mean to be careful, light. Just enough to let her know I’m there. But she breathes in sharply, and I feel her hand sl
It’s been an hour since Celeste fell asleep.The room is quiet now the kind of quiet that hums. The wind outside brushes gently against the curtains, making them dance every few minutes. Somewhere in the distance, a dog barks once, and then it’s gone.She’s lying next to me, her breathing slow and even. Peaceful. I haven’t seen her like this in a long time not since before everything went wrong.I shift a little, careful not to wake her, and she stirs in her sleep. Her hand moves instinctively toward me, finding my arm, and then her legs brush against mine. The contact is so small, so human, that it makes my chest ache.She leans into me, still lost in sleep, her head resting just under my chin. I can feel the warmth of her breath against my neck, the fai
We walk into my room, and it feels smaller than usual. Too quiet. Too close. The air between us hums with something I can’t name, anger, want, confusion. Maybe all of it at once.She’s standing in the middle of the room, her hands twisting in front of her, her eyes flicking around like she’s trying to convince herself this was a bad idea. And I… I’m fighting every single instinct in my body.Every muscle in me wants to reach for her. To pull her in. To taste the skin I’ve been dreaming about for a month. It would be so easy, too easy to close the space between us. But I don’t.Instead, I walk over to the bed and sit down, my elbows resting on my knees. My brain is screaming at me to move, to say something, to do something. But I stay still. Watching her. Letting her decide what happens next.Her eyes widen slightly, like she can’t believe I’m not reacting the way I used to. Like she’s wait