It really is as romantic as it sounds.
In other words, it’s not romantic in the slightest.
It’s raw and primal. It’s need and want. It’s everything I should be staying away from and everything I can’t resist.
He makes me feel free.
And that’s a huge issue. I shouldn’t be feeling this shit. I shouldn’t be feeling anything.
But I can’t resist him. I don’t know what it is about him, but I can’t stop the pull I feel towards him.
Like just two nights ago, when I was heading across the courtyard after my late class, and I bumped into him…
The courtyard is empty as I make my way towards the dorms. Why they decided to hold an English class so late on a Friday night, I have no idea, but by the time the professor let us leave, it was already dark.
I’m just walking past the picnic benches when I sense someone watching me, so I look around to find the culprit.
There, standing by a tree next to the main building, is a hooded figure.
I should be on guard, but somehow, I know it’s not someone sent to kill me, and instead it’s my… fuck buddy? Fuck enemy? Who the hell knows what Cole is to me anymore? Everything seems to have changed over the last week or so.
I smirk over at him and sit on the nearest table, my feet resting on the bench as I lean forward, my elbows on my knees while I wait for him to approach me. I know his schedule, so I know he wouldn’t be out here for any reason other than me.
He takes slow, measured steps towards me, still hiding his face under his hood, but I’d know it was him anywhere. It’s like we have this pull towards each other, and I can sense him whenever he’s near.
It’s freaking weird, but it is what it is. I’m done questioning it.
“Lana,” he drawls as he finally reaches me and I look up at him, a seductive smile curling my lips, and my tongue darts out to wet them. His eyes follow the movement, darkening with obvious lust.
“What are you doing out here, pretty boy?”
He shrugs, his tone nonchalant when he says, “Just out for a late-night walk.”
Uh huh, sure.
“Oh really? You sure you weren’t looking for me?”
His lips tremble as he tries to fight his smile. “Why would I do that, little menace?”
“Because you know today has been a long day for me, and you wanted to be a good boy and make me feel better?” I ask innocently, and his smile breaks through despite his attempts to keep it in check.
“Oh yeah? You want me to be your good boy?” he asks and crouches in front of the bench where my feet rest, taking hold of my knees and widening my legs.
I’ve been taking Dare’s advice lately and changing up my outfit choices. Today, I’m wearing a pleated black skirt, lace fishnets, and my combat boots.
What? He never said I had to stop being myself.
“I quite like today’s outfit,” he says, running his hands up my thighs. “It gives me easy access to do this.”
He takes the material of my tights in his hands and pulls, ripping it and revealing far too much while we’re out in the open. Even if it is dark and no one is around, that doesn’t mean that someone might not stumble upon us, yet I can’t find it in myself to care enough to stop him.
I widen my legs, giving him better access, and he murmurs, “That’s it, baby. Open those legs farther and let me show you what a good boy I can be for you.”
Holy shit.
He leans forward and pulls my panties to the side, humming under his breath as I sit here, bared for him in the middle of the courtyard.
“You love this, don’t you, little menace? Sitting here, legs spread and soaked for me where anyone could see us…” He trails off as he leans in farther and swipes his tongue across my clit, and I whimper at the contact, but before he can take me even higher, he pulls back.
