“I know.”
Javier’s hand brushed against my thigh. “Well, if you know then stop that cute pouty-thing you’re doing with your lip.”
I offered him a lazy shrug, though my heart swelled at the word ‘cute.’ I didn't want to dwell on how my grades were starting to slip as we got closer to the end of our senior year. It was eating me up inside that I was struggling to remember information as easily as I used to.
Halfway through my senior year was not the time for things to go wrong. I needed to have the best grades than I ever had before in order to make valedictorian happen. Seeing as I fucked up becoming class president, it was my last resort.
If I kept slacking, then I might as well give up and hand Javi the spot of valedictorian. It was seeming more and more that it was already his, anyway.
"I’m not disappointed.”
Javier leaned into me, resting his body weight shoulder-to-shoulder. Then, he let the side of his head rest against mine. His hand that had been resting close to my thigh was now on mythigh, and he made no move to retract it. My leg felt tingly at his light, warm touch.
A few moments passed before Javi spoke. “You’re so smart, I need you to know that.”
Trying to hide the insecurity I was feeling, I spoke playfully. “You think I’m smart, Mr. President?”
Javi lifted his head off mine and met my eyes. "Mr. President?"
"That's what you are, right? You’ve had the title for the past three years."
He rubbed the back of his neck, a tad flustered. "I guess."
"You guess? That title is yours, Javi." My eyes landed on his soft, plump lips as I spoke. They looked so…kissable.
If you’d ask me months ago if I could willingly admit that my rival had the title I wanted, I would’ve dodged the question. Acknowledging it made me feel less than, and so my pride wouldn’t let the words come out of my mouth.
I was still bitter about not winning the election, but it was probably a blessing in disguise. The class president was required to plan prom and help organize the final details for the student council trip, among other things that I wasn’t aware of. I didn't want to do any of that. Or maybe I did want to, but to make myself feel better I convinced myself otherwise. The real reason wasn’t relevant, what mattered right now was that the boy whose lips I wanted to feel on mine was my class president.
There was a sudden fire behind his eyes. “Say it again.”
Not expecting that response, I blinked. “Mr. President?”
“That is so hot,” he said breathlessly, his hand trailing lightly on my thigh.
He was so hot, more than his cocky self knew. To know thatmy wordsmade him feel something was unreal. To see that maybe it was not all in my head and that he seriously did feel some sort of an attraction toward me gave me a surge of pride.Javi had to want it, the look of hunger he was giving me as he licked his bottom lip said so.
But who could truly want to feel my touch?
When Javier closed the gap between us, I had to hold back a gasp. I wasted no time falling into the kiss and my mind raced as our lips danced together. My suddenly sweaty palms pressed against his chest while he kept a hand behind my head and at my waist. I only hoped he couldn’t feel how hard my heart was pounding in my chest.
Life around me slowed and suddenly I was in a whole-ass romance movie. The kiss was soft, gentle, like I was fragile at the touch. Like he was afraid of handling me too roughly because he thought I’d break, but still eager for it to happen. It wasn’t unwanted, no. He kissed me with a dominance that made me let out a soft moan.
When his tongue tried to enter my mouth, I let it. His grip was firm as he held me close to him, it was like he couldn’t stand the thought of any distance between us. No one had ever touched me the way he was now. Like I mattered, like he wanted it. Like he wantedme.
He broke the kiss, and it left my mind spinning. Was that it? Did he regret connecting our lips? It was an experiment, he didn’t enjoy any of it and I was stupid for believing otherwise.
But then his hands slid under my thighs, and he lifted me up to straddle his hips. Now I was looking down at him with my arms wrapped around the back of his neck. As his eyes bore into mine, I felt an intense pressure surge through me.
Javier had a hand on each of my thighs and with each caress his hand went a bit higher. His hand inched closer and closer, his eyes searching for any signs in mine the entire time. When his palm laid on top of my clothed erection, he paused.
“Is this okay?” He wouldn’t move his hand further until I answered.
More than okay. “Yes.”
Javi’s eyes lingered on mine as he slowly began to palm me through my shorts. Holy shit, even feeling his touch through fabric felt incredible. I sucked in a shaky breath and my eyes never left his.
I began to buck my hips forward to match the rhythm of his hand. Javier’s eyes widened in response, but then he mumbled something in Spanish and started moving his hand faster. The passionate kissing, the vulnerability, the way he touched me like I was worth something—it was embarrassing how fast the heat and pressure was building inside of me.
