I don’t stop until I’m in the last stall, door locked behind me.
My chest heaves.My palms sting from where my nails dug in too hard.I sit on the lid and fold over, forehead pressed into my knees like I can make myself smaller, quieter, invisible.
I am so fucking stupid.
I let him in.Past every wall, past every lock.I handed him pieces of myself I swore I’d keep guarded.Let his hands explore where no one else ever has.He kissed me as if I mattered.Fuck me like he truly wanted me.
I believed it all because of the way he looked at me, as if it meant something.That the way my body reacted showed we were speaking the same language.That for one reckless night, I wasn’t just another girl passing through his hands.
And now?
Now he stands in these halls as if I don’t exist.
Chapter 14
Reece
Ican’tstopthinkingaboutthe way she came for me.
It doesn’t matter what I do to drown it out.It doesn’t matter how many laps I run until my lungs feel shredded or how many times I grip the bar and bench until my chest screams and my arms shake.None of it touches her.I can’t sweat her out.
Her scent still lingers.
On my skin.In my mouth.In the part of my brain that’s short-circuiting and glitching the fuck out.
I replay it without permission.
The sounds she made when she broke apart—those wrecked, breathless gasps.Her back arched, her mouth open, those pretty fucking whimpers spilling from her throat as if she didn’t know how to hold them in.That soft little sound she made when I pushed in slowly, then harder, testing her, feeling her open up for me.Those desperate little fucking sounds that made my cock twitch before I was all the way buried.
Tight.Slick.Fucking heaven.
Jesus.
The way her pussy took me.Her mouth opened as if she couldn’t breathe unless it was through me.The kind of heat that rewires your mind.That makes you forget every other body you’ve ever touched.
Fuck.
Red was heaven soaked in heat and sin, and now she’s poison in my veins, already burning me from the inside out.
And then she fucking ran.
That part is stuck on repeat.She pulled her clothes back on with shaking hands and bolted as if she couldn’t get away fast enough.Left me lying there, breath still fucked, heart pounding, staring at her as if I had been the one who had been used.
Guess that’s karma.
I’ve walked away from girls many times after getting my dick wet.Left them with nothing but a memory and a sore body.I never thought twice about it.
Turns out I don’t handle it very well when I’m the one left behind.
Not when I cared.Or that I was still inside her a minute before she ghosted me.
I slam my locker shut so hard that the hinge rattles and a few students jump.
Good.
My head’s pounding from lack of sleep and too many swirling thoughts about her.Everything’s too damn loud.There are too many people around.And there she is again in my mind, her voice cracking as she moaned my name.
Fuck.
