“Do you feel that?” he asks, pushing his erection against my butt. “I’m hard again.”
I lift my head to see Niall on top of me, his hands next to my arms, his lips brushing across my skin.
“It’s you,” he says, his voice laden with emotion, making me shiver. “Only you make me feel this way.”
I close my eyes at the memory of those last words, just like I did that night – I don’t want to keep asking myself whether they were true, or whether they were just another stupid lie.
Niall
Iknock on the glass pane of her office door, and she lifts her gaze immediately from her desk. She nods at me to come in, and gets to her feet, smoothing down her skirt; her hands move slowly over her curves.
“Thanks for coming.”
I force myself to concentrate on her face. If I carry on this way, I won’t be helping my family at all. I’ll be in even more trouble.
“Thank you for contacting me – though the fact you asked to see me alone doesn’t fill me with hope.”
“I thought it would be best to discuss everything like this.”
She gestures towards the seat on the other side of her desk.
I sit down, and she echoes my movements; I wait for her to hand me my fate, nervously rubbing my clammy palms on my jeans. She takes off her glasses – fuck, I hadn’t seen wearing them yet, and I wish I hadn’t now, judging by the stirring in my pants – and studies me with her huge, dark eyes.
“I’ve considered Skylar’s situation in great detail,” she says, linking her fingers on her desk.
I look at them, because I can’t help it – just like I can’t help but think about those fingers sliding sexily down my chest just a few nights ago.
“I’ll be honest. I don’t think there’s a school in the county that would ever accept her. And, seeing as they’ve already rejected her down in Dublin, I’d imagine that no other county would take her, either.”
I let out the breath I’d been holding before it strangles me.
“I can move past the vandalism, but…” she pushes her glasses back onto her face, and I move around in my seat, agitated. “The other…obscenities …”
Please, don’t go any further: otherwise, there’ll be an obscenity right here on your desk.
“Almost all the other schools are Catholic.”
“She’s already a year behind. I’m worried that she’ll never be able to get back to a normal life.”
She nods slowly, her fingers drumming nervously against the wooden surface of her desk.
“Listen. I want to help you.”
“But you have to say no?”
“I have a proposition for you.”
“A proposition?” I ask, confused.
“An agreement.”
I reach my hand out across the desk in search of hers. “Anything you want.”
“Firstly,” she says, moving her hand gently, “this kind of physical contact needs to stop.”
“Absolutely.” I pull my hand back instantly. “Sorry. It won’t happen again.”
“Any type of contact,” she says, waiting for my reaction. “That also includes any contact outside these walls, obviously.”
