He motions toward my desk, where a steaming cup of coffee and a blueberry muffin sit waiting for me.
The things this man does for me, his thoughtfulness, it’s the most beautiful thing. I fall for him a little more every single day.
It’s the little things.
We’ve done a great job of being careful at school so far, never crossing any lines. Not yet, at least, but I’m pretty sure he gets here early on purpose. Just to spend time with me.
This morning, we’re both here nearly forty minutes before the first bell rings. Most of the lights in the building aren’t even on yet. The halls are silent. It feels like we’re in our own little world.
I take advantage. I’m feeling reckless. And I’m craving him, just a taste.
I stride over to his desk, drop my bag to the floor, and pushhim back in his chair. The wheels roll across the floor with a squeak, and then I’m climbing onto him, straddling his thighs and pressing my mouth to his.
His body goes stiff, muscles taut, eyes wide with panic for a split second. But then he’s kissing me back, hard.
His hands grip my hips, squeezing tight, like he’s afraid I’ll disappear. I want it, though. I want to see the mark of his hands on my thighs. I want everything he has to give. He deepens the kiss, one hand diving into my hair, fisting it gently. A moan escapes me before I can stop it.
“Sophie…” he says, breathless, tilting my head back. “You will be the death of me.”
Then he’s trailing kisses down my neck, and I’m grinding against him, hungry. I’m half tempted to strip off my clothes right here, right now. Consequences be damned.
His hands slide under my thighs, lifting me like I weigh nothing as he stands. He sets me on the edge of the desk, taking full control.
It’s fucking amazing.
He pulls back just enough to meet my eyes, his own eyes fiery with need. “I want you,” he growls. “I want to make you moan my name. Scream it for everyone to hear. You’re fucking everything, Trouble. And you’re mine.”
I melt into a puddle. Right there, in his grasp, on his desk. And if we weren’t in school, I’d give him everything he wants. Everything I’m just about ready to beg for.
My hormones are going wild, my body on fire. For him.
But then?—
A door clangs open down the hall. Once again, cock-blocked. Eternally damned to never get any time alone in this god-forsaken place.
I sigh.
He steps away fast, running a hand through his hair, jaw tight with frustration. I follow suit, slipping off the desk andmoving to my seat, putting just enough space between us to look casual. I pull out my phone and scroll, just to give the impression of being in my own world should anyone appear.
I’m flustered for the rest of the day. And from what I can tell, so is he. At least for the next hour, as I watch him try and fail miserably to focus on teaching. His eyes keep straying to me every five seconds. I’m honestly surprised no one else notices. Besides Sal, of course.
At the end of the day, while I’m walking to my car to head to Sal’s, I shoot him a text.
Sophie:Can I come over soon? Finish what we started?
He replies instantly.
Theo:I’ll be waiting.
Squeal. If only I didn’t already have plans with Sal… but her friendship is too important. He can wait. Absence makes the heart grow stronger, or however that phrase goes. I need some girl time, anyway.
I pull up to her house and hop out of my car, finding her already waiting for me in the driveway.
“Hey babe!” She calls.
“Hi! You ready for tonight?”
“Please. You know I am.” She winks.
