I place my hands on his chest and make a vain attempt of pushing him away. “Cass, please, no–”
“Just shut up,” he grunts, then starts kissing me again. His mouth drags hurriedly over my jaw, my neck, and my throat in fleeting bites, and I can’t help but arch against him. His breaths fanning my skin are making me wet, and the weight of his hard body over mine is making me ache for him in a way I never have before.
“Cass…”
He groans as he licks a path from my throat to my chin, and when I part my lips for him, he devours me, taking every single one of my breaths for himself.
I claw at his jaw as I push my mouth harder against him, but he grabs my wrists, moves back, and grins down at me.
“If only you could look at yourself right now,” he says to me. “Fuck, baby, you’re amarvel.” His gaze dips lower as he lets go of my wrists.
I’m panting as I wait for him to do something. His eyes gleam as he claims my mouth in another kiss, then touches the tips of his cold fingers to my chest, right before pushing down the front of my dress enough to expose my breasts.
I inhale a shocked breath and try to pull his hand away. “What are you–”
“Shh.” He smirks, and when I try to speak again, he takes my right nipple into his mouth, making me moan out loud.
“Fuck!” My back bows off the door when the warmth of his mouth replaces the chill around us, causing goosebumps to prick my skin.
Cass bites my nipple – so hard that my vision turns spotty. His free hand cups and kneads my other breast, and he then starts alternating between sucking, pinching, and biting them both.
I know I’m going to have bruises all over, but as his lips once again wrap around my pebbled peaks and tug, I lose even the most basic train of thought.
Cass lets go of my nipple with a pop, then gives me a chaste kiss before stepping away from me. “Glad to know I’ve still got what it takes to make you tick.” He winks at me, then lets out a yawn that can only be classified as fake.
“Forgive me, but I’ve had quite the day – you know, from traveling seven hours to get here, to punching your ex-husband, to making you so wet that I could practically smell you whilegetting a taste of your inviting tits.” He scratches his stubble. “I think I’m gonna go and get some sleep now. But not before I jerk off to the sound of your voice when you moan for me, and your enticing body, of course.” He back-walks until he’s reached the SUV, then gives me a two-finger salute. “Goodnight, Nia.” And with that, he gets in the car and drives off.
A chilling breeze hits me like a slap in the face, so I quickly fix my dress before slumping in front of my door. I bring my knees up, then place my elbows on top of them so that I can hold my head between my hands.
What the fuck just happened?I ask myself, then sigh and close my eyes when a beautiful chorus of redpolls singing on a nearby tree meets my ears, all but pleading with me to push aside my thoughts, if only for a while.
And so, I do, letting my doubts and reluctance drift away with the wind as I get lost in a song I don’t really know the words to.
7. Cass
“We rolling yet?” I ask as I fix my hair.
“Yup,” the cameraman answers, most definitely annoyed with me.
I raise my arms by my sides. “Come, now; don’t be like that. I need to look presentable, alright?” I tell him. “The bun’s gotta be on point and shit.”
He rolls his eyes. “Got it.”
I chuckle, then gesture at him to give me the cue.
He raises an arm and does the 3 count, then brings it down, and I immediately fall into work mode.
“You guys ever wonder how much school changes one’s life?” I say into the camera, then smile. “My years atAdenbrooke Highwere most definitely fun and exciting, and filled with quite a few uncalled-for detentions that I didn’t really care to attend.” I lift a shoulder, just as Amanda and some of the crew laugh indulgently. “But hey, I did deem it fit to go to a few of ‘em. I just made sure to drag some of my friends along with me.” I point a thumb over my shoulder. “You guys ready to see the place that was my initial temple of mischief?”
The school grounds have been booked by the producers for filming, so the crew and I have the entire place to ourselves. It’s perfect for giving the audience an undisturbed tour without running into students or the faculty. And I know that not everything we film is going to make the final cut, but at least this way, I get to revisit familiar grounds and relive some beautiful memories.
Three hours, and many,manyrounds of the school premises later, we stop in front of what used to be my locker.
I grin and run my fingers over the fresh paint, and the sparkly stickers taped next to a few Andrew Garfield photos. Whoever is using my locker now has made sure to design it aesthetically, and as I step away from it, I feel the cameras zooming in on me.
“This locker,” I begin, then glance at the lenses surrounding me, “is where I first realized that I was in love with my best friend.” I chuckle. “She was just here – like she used to be every damn day – and we were talking about some random assignment when I… I looked at her and justknewthat I was madly in love with her.” Images of a flushed and bubbly 16-year-old Nia flash across my mind, and I swallow. She’s always been a beacon of light in my life, and whenever I saw her during those days, I craved more of her; more of what she had to offer by just being herself.
I’ve always been drawn to her like a compass to the right direction, and even though we’ve grown up now, I still feel like that silly kid who’d fluster over her and touch her every chance he got.
