If my dad knew where I was going every afternoon, he’d lose his shit.He thinks I’m staying back for tutoring.That I am being my usual responsible self.
If he knew I was getting completely railed by the boy he doesn't approve of, he’d threaten to castrate him on sight, and he’d probably burn the school down himself.
I’m honestly surprised no one has figured it out yet.
The way Reece and I look at each other across classrooms and hallways, as if we’re the only two people in the entire building.One glance and my body already remembers what his hands feel like.One smirk from him and I’m completely screwed all over again.
It’s a constant live wire between us.
Every second we’re apart, we’re still touching, just with our eyes.
I’ll catch him staring while the teacher’s mid-sentence, that lazy grin tugging at his mouth as he remembers what he did to me yesterday and exactly how sore I am from it.
And damn, I stare right back.
A blink too long.A look too loaded and somehow, no one notices.
It’s become this quiet game.Us, buzzing with our own little secret, invisible to everyone else.And God, that might be the best part.Knowing it’s ours.Simply ours.
By lunchtime, I already know I can’t do it.
There’s no way I can sit across from Reece and pretend I’m not thinking about how he had me gasping while he fucked me against his bedroom wall yesterday.I can’t watch his fingers tap against the table without remembering how those same fingers were inside me less than twenty-four hours ago.
I walk into the cafeteria, and the noise hits me hard.Laughter.Tray clatter.That awful hum of everyone knowing something I don’t.
Lola and Jace are at our usual table, fully in flirt mode—if you can even call it that.
Lola doesn’t flirt in a typical way.She insults Jace with a straight face and no remorse.She drops savage one-liners that make Jace blink twice before he grins as if he’s been given a challenge.That’s their thing — verbal bloodsport with a hint of sexual tension.
I’m pretty sure that’s the only reason Lola hasn’t figured me and Reece out yet.Because if she weren’t busy sharpening her tongue on Jace, she would have sniffed us out by now.Girl’s a bloodhound for secrets.You so much as glance at someone for half a second longer than usual, and she’s crafting a full conspiracy board in her head.
Aubrey’s not far behind either.She plays sweet, but she’s got eyes.She picks up on vibes fast.I’m sure she would’ve picked up on mine already if Noah weren’t permanently attached to her like some giant, possessive limb.
So I eat fast with my head down, barely tasting anything, going through the motions while conversation buzzes around me and my pulse thuds way too loud in my ears.
I don’t look at Reece.
I avoid his gaze like it’s fucking radioactive...which, let’s be honest, it kind of is.
The moment our eyes meet, it’s over.My body begins flashing through every dirty memory it shouldn’t revisit in the middle of a crowded school cafeteria.His hands.His mouth.The way he growled my name right before he made me come so hard I saw stars.
And yeah, I’m not doing that here.
I stand when I’m done, mumble something about needing to study for an exam.It’s total bullshit.The kind of flimsy excuse that would fall apart in Lola’s hands in under five seconds if she were actually paying attention.
It’s weak, I know it.They probably know it too.But no one calls me out on it.
Reece understands what this signifies.It’s a code.If he wants me, he’ll track me down.He’s done it every other time.
The library is quiet when I walk in.A few students tucked into their usual corners, heads down, lost in textbooks and glued to screens.Perfect.
No one looks up when I slide into my usual spot near the back, tucked in the corner where the security cameras don’t quite reach.
I drop my bag and pull out my notebook and laptop.Pretend.Type a bunch of nonsense that doesn’t even look like words to appear busy.
And after that, I hear him—the slow, confident stride that makes my stomach tighten before I even see his face.Reece moves with the cocky ease he was born with, all swagger and no apology.
I don’t look up.I keep typing, pretending.
