I pull up a chair and sit behind her. “Let me help,” I whisper in her ear, my hands moving on top of hers like this is a cliché movie scene. “By the way, I got my grade back for that drawing I did of you.”
I actually got the grade back a week ago, but I was too busy having a crisis over my sexuality to tell her. I kept the drawing in my wardrobe, tucked away safely.
“What did you get?” she asks, shivering and I smile against her ear.
“A plus, obviously.” I lower my tone, mocking the words she once used on me.
“How are you gonna celebrate?” she mimics back and I chuckle lightly.
“I’m celebrating right now.” I place a light kiss on her neck, inhaling her scent.
I celebrate for the next twenty minutes with her, our hands moulding the clay together. The only problem is, it’s horrendous. It’s the weirdest blob of clay I’ve ever seen and it’s completely disfigured. I guess I’ve finally found something Adaline is not good at.
“How have we fucked this up that badly?” I ask, unable to stifle my laughter. I have now moved my chair next to her, so I can properly assess the damage done.
“I blame you.” She points her clay covered finger at me teasingly. “If you had stopped teasing me, it would have turned out good.”
“You loved my teasing,” I retort.
“Did not.”
“Did too.”
“Did n—”
Her sentence is cut short when I lean forward and smudge some clay on her cheek. Her mouth parts in shock and a devilish gleam soon appears.
“No, wait—”
She doesn’t give me any time to finish my plea before she attacks me back, rubbing a handful of clay onto my chest.
“Oh, it issoon.” I say before attacking her and she brings the same energy.
“Bring it on, you little shit!”
Her hands move toward my hair and the feeling of cold clay only spurs me further.
We attack each other ravenously, marking every inch of the other's body with wet clay and falling over the art room chairs while hiding from each other in every corner. We’re like little kids and every time we find each other; the clay goes absolutely everywhere.
I pin her against the floor, but she manages to roll us over—rubbing her clay-filled cheek on mine and I wriggle out of her grasp, pinning her against the floor.
The silence that envelops us is short lived because after taking one look at each other’s clay-covered faces, we burst into a fit of laughter. Deep, heinous laughter rumbles from the pit of my belly. I can barely breathe and neither can she, because she’s turning red. I haven’t laughed this hard in my entire life. I feel like my intestines are gonna tear open.
“Wanna take a shower?” she suggests teasingly from underneath me, her laughter subsiding. I answer by pulling her mouth into mine. Even when she tastes like clay, she tastes good.
We strip each other off all the way to my shower, giggling in between kisses as the shower washes the best date of my life away. Her hands roam my body and mine do the same, clearly this date is nowhere near over.
***
“So, did you enjoy the date?” I ask quietly, we’re both in my bed laying in a post orgasmic bliss, completely naked.
“More than anything,” she responds, giving me a lazy smile.
I turn on my side facing her and she mirrors me. “So have I convinced you that you should date me?”
I’m going fast, I know I am. I feel like I'm acting like Kai did with Victoria right now, but I can’t help it. I finally understand what goes through his head when he sees Victoria; I know what I want and I don’t want to waste any more time.
Her smile falls. “I’m not good at keeping girlfriends,” she says, the nervous look in her eyes sending me into a frenzy.
