My ears start ringing as my jaw drops and everything goes tense, then I collapse, suddenly aware of the hard, concrete steps pressing against my back.
“Even a quickie with you is like a trip to heaven.”
The door beneath us opens again, and Chris quickly lifts me into his arms and takes the stairs up. Giggling, I glance over his shoulder to see the janitor going out back again, pushing his cart.
“Almost,” I whisper.
Chris chuckles. “Yeah, almost.”
We clean up the best we can, and I kiss Chris all over before saying goodbye. He has after-school duties he needs to attend to,and I have to get home before Dad, or he’s going to start asking questions.
“Love you,” he tells me, his hand on the doorknob. I can’t even explain just how incredible it feels to hear those simple two words from him. It just makes me want to curl up into a little warm ball and smile myself to sleep.
“Love you too,” I tell him, accepting his kiss.
“See you soon.”
7
GRACIE
Glowing,I smooth my skirt as he steps through the door and heads for his office. The muscles on his back are bulging through his shirt. Once wasn’t enough. I want more of him. Tonight I know I’ll be desperate for his touch, but I’ll hold out.
I won’t touch myself until I see him again.
My body is forhim.
The way he told me he loved me this time…it felt so casual. So natural. To me, it feels like a turning point in our relationship. Despite our relationship being a secret, we can freely express our love for each other.
I’m absolutely glowing.
I open the door and step outside. Thankfully, there’s a nice breeze to help cool me down as I head for my car, but as I round the corner to the parking lot, someone moves in front of me. My nose bounces off her shoulder, knocking me backwards.
“Ow,” I grumble. I hear a slight giggle and look up to see Regina smirking at me, a look on her face that I really don’t like.
“Sorry about that,” she says in a tone that’s totally not sorry. “Didn’t see you there.”
“No problem.” I try to step around her, but she moves with me, blocking my way. “Um, can I help you?”
There’s something not nice in her eyes. She looks at me like she’s a bird of prey and I’m a tiny little mouse just waiting for her claws.
“What school did you transfer from?” Her question rattles me for a second. Who even is this girl, and why is she asking me this?
And why now?
My body is still buzzing from my fun with Chris in the stairwell. I just want to be left alone so I can relish it in peace.
“Central,” I lie. How’s she even going to know?
Again, I try to brush past her, but again, she blocks my way.
“Uh-huh. Why transfer mid-year? Teacher problems?”
My defensive instincts kick in, and I back away. There’s something familiar about this girl. But what is it?
A long, uncomfortable moment hangs between us as I stare at her.
Then it comes to me.
