My entire future is riding on the results in this email. If I don’t pass and bring my grade up to at least a C, I can forget convincing Coach to let me play during the conference.
The email loads, and I hold my breath.
Congrats, Mr. Williamsburg. You’ve successfully passed the makeup exam with a solid ninety-two. If you can turn in even a portion of the extra credit work, I’ll make sure to get your grades updated in time for the game, as promised. I’ll see you in tomorrow’s class.
Professor Lewis
The sigh of relief is massive, and the tightening in my chest disappears.
“Yes,” I say louder than I realize.
“What?” Sam asks from behind the curtain.
I lean back, raking a hand through my hair, unable to contain my smile. “Just got my results from the exam.”
“Don’t leave me hanging. What’s the verdict?”
I exhale. “Ninety-two.”
“That’s amazing, Alex.” She pokes her head out. “But I’m not surprised. I knew you could do it.”
“Thanks,” I say, my heart full.
“For what? I didn’t take the exam. That was all you. You should be proud.” She ducks back behind the makeshift door to finish undressing.
All I can do is watch the curtain close. She’s being humble. We both know I wouldn’t have been able to pass without her help. But it feels good knowing someone believes in me.
“Alex.”
“Yeah.”
“I’m kind of stuck. Need you to unzip me.”
I flick my gaze at the subtle sway of the curtain, my nerves suddenly out of whack. After wiping my hands along the front of my pants, I rise off the bench and inch closer. My fingers wrap around the thick fabric, the rings scraping along the metal rod. Sam meets my eyes through the mirror and all the blood in my body rushes to my toes.
“Didn’t want to risk forcing it and ruining it. Do you mind?” She presents her back to me.
I nod shakily.
I slip inside. The space is small, barely any room for her let alone the two of us. Her back is to me, the little black dress halfway down her shoulders, the zipper stuck at the middle of her spine. The angle exposes more skin than I am even remotely equipped to handle right now, but I focus on that zipper anyway.
My knuckles brush against her back, and her body jolts. Her skin is warm and soft, and suddenly the whole room feels ten degrees hotter. The zipper finally moves, and I peel it the restof the way down, this time allowing the back of my hand to feel her.
I run my gaze across her back, and over her shoulder blades. She’s braless under this thing, and I want so badly to kiss where her bra straps would normally sit. I’m so focused that it takes a minute before I realize that she’s watching me through the mirror.
I huff. “Caught in four-k?”
Sam chuckles but it’s so low that it might as well just be a breath of air. “Thank you.”
She looks at the floor again then back at my reflection. Something takes me over and before I know it, before I can stop it, I’m stepping all the way into the stall. Sam turns to face me, still holding the dress to her chest to keep from revealing too much.
Letting the pad of my thumb stroke her cheek, I watch her lips and note the rhythm of her breaths. When she doesn’t pull away, I lower my mouth down on hers. I kiss her softly at first, a low groan rumbling in my throat when she rises on her toes to kiss me back. Her tongue dances with mine, needy and hungry. I cup her face, holding her close, tilting her head so that I may deepen our embrace. Kneading her nape, I trail my lips from her mouth, over her chin, and down to her neck.
She moans softly, her throat vibrating against my tongue. My cock twitches, slowly tenting my pants. She feels it, if the grind of her pelvis against me is any indication. Then I pull back, one hand still in her hair and the other softly around her throat. I force her to meet my eyes, holding her head still to keep her from breaking the gaze.
“I know you have feelings for Kane,” I admit, and study her reaction. “And Mountain.”
Sam grabs my wrist, and the soft touch of her palm on me is enough to send me into a frenzy.
