and caresses it with his thumb mo

ifying, thrilling, an

irst kiss, and I can't wrap my he

wkward. I don't even know how to go a

mix of sensations spread from my stomach to betw

tter against Cole's lips. "I'm we

lac," he says soothingly while leaning back, still caressing my cheek. "What you are experiencing

my head

e a long way

ng both hands around his sh

hard, and I smile inwardly. I love the fact t

home now. It's late." He crosses my hands off his shoulders but doesn't let them

t to finish what we started right here and now,

now things are

refreshing. Standing in front of the fu

d my brown eyes, but I've not been more grateful

kin. But, seeing as the person I like likes me back, I

eet as I walk p

r, but Mom seems to have lai

on, Lily? That is to

sl

skirt, fashioned with a pair of lace leggin

, but who cares? I've been wearing extra

d the course prefect is absent," one student p

angle me if I should step into his office. I rather

ill go

murs for a wh

e surely is his best student and may as well be t

ect i

protest, but, in truth, I

eturn, we'll write the perfect eulog

le. I

written for, it's Cole. He's the one who'

ce on his

him say, and my

ect works in a corner of his desk, settin

k. Your students are

re the material is hiding my cleavages, but the outline is sti

y s

aper. You dismember hea

s his marking and starts stabbing his pe

the reaper in you c

pushes his swivel chair backwards so that there is enough s

e wants me to

u know," I say in

e reaches for my wrist and p

flames again. Goosebumps spread through

finger and brings my head down so that we ca

my curves. And I love the feeling of pulsatin

is I'm seated on. It's hard and

dumb. I need to use my common sense on this one. After al