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“God, the things I want todoto you….” he murmurs, turning my insides to mush.
“Yes?” I press, arching into him in a silent plea for him to show me.
Cassio groans, committing as he slides his hand up over my breasts and massages the supple flesh trapped inside my bra. I gasp as my core tightens and my clit throbs, sending my nerves into overdrive.
It’s like he’s determined to take each thing one torturously patient step at a time, and all I want at the moment is for him to strip me naked and take me. But I know we don’t have the time for that. Nor have we had the chance to even go on a proper date.
Cassio kisses me senseless as his hand cups and massages my breast, sending my body into a tizzy. Then, when I feel my lungs might burst, he pulls back to rest his forehead against mine.
“We should get to our next class before we’re late,” he whispers between heavy breaths.
I just groan, knowing the hour of Stage Choreography is going to be torture when I’m this immensely turned on. But I know he’s right. Licking my lips, I nod and release his hair, allowing him to take a step back.
His eyes dance as he combs his locks back into place, watching me straighten my shirt at the same time. Then his fingers cup my chin lightly as he tips my face up to look at him.
“See you in a few?” he says lightly.
He brushes a chaste kiss across my lips before slipping out the door, leaving me to finish my initial mission before rushing to our next class before it starts.
It’s been over a week of sneaking around like this, capturing stolen kisses in empty rooms and passing messages through Lucca and Ellie. I’m pretty sure those two are going to quickly get sick of the constant game of telephone, but we’ve tried to leave as little evidence of our interactions on our phones as possible.
In class, Cassio and I have maintained our cool verbal sparring whenever we might be in the presence of overly curious eyes and ears. Unfortunately, that’s in the majority of our classes since several of Don Lorenzo’s men have children in Rosehill College’s elite theater program.
Therefore, I’m getting some extra acting practice in as I fight my natural inclination to flirt with Cassio rather than ignore him. At least the past two years have given me enough foundation for what I might have said in the past that I can maintain the behavior more easily.
It seems the only real time we’ve had to be near each other since the twins snuck through Ellie’s window nearly two weeks ago has been during our Dramatization and Emotional Acting class. We’ve continued to run lines together each day, practicing the various scenes Professor Burgmann has given us in preparation for our auditions.
I’m impressed by the natural talent for performance Cassio has demonstrated, as well as his seeming determination to impress Professor Burgmann. After seeing how goofy and lackadaisical he can be in our theater class he took as an elective two years ago, I know it means he’s serious about getting the lead role.
The knowledge warms me because I know it’s to be near me. Since his confession in the stairwell of Ellie’s apartment building, he’s done nothing but give me reasons to believe he wants to be near me. He’s shown me a determination and drive I hadn’t ever witnessed before. And I have to say, it makes me like him even more.
His purposeful behavior hasn’t stopped Cassio from his less extreme shenanigans, however. Laughter still bubbles up inside me each time I think about his response to Hannah Fiore when she offered to switch partners so he wouldn’t have to endure being with me after one of our particularly vocal disputes.
If I had to guess, she’s like one of a hundred other girls who would give her left tit to be with Cassio. And I can’t say I blame her, though it irked me to have her try and take my one solid opportunity to spend time with him.
But when Hannah offered to trade partners, Cassio just said, “Thanks, but I don’t think I’d make as good of a Juliet as you do,” before walking off. He sounded so genuinely morose about it that I almost popped a stitch trying not to laugh.
Her responding expression said she was torn between the possibility that he was teasing her or that he really was thick enough to think she’d offered to play Romeo to my Juliet while he and her partner paired up.
Whatever the case, she seemed at an utter loss for how to respond. Still, in the following days, her attention toward Cassio told me that she was not only okay with him being a few fries short of a happy meal, but she would also be far more likely to rat us out to Don Lorenzo for dating out of pure jealousy.
This final year would be a fine dance between danger and finally getting everything I’d been longing for since I met Cassio halfway through freshman year. If Cassio and I can manage a single date before that time elapses.
So far, it feels like I’ve been waiting an eternity for the date he promised me. But I have to be patient. I know he wants to be careful because he would never forgive himself if he got me kicked out of school.
And while it might not be the end of the world if I didn’t graduate from Rosehill, I have to admit I would be devastated. It’s my single best opportunity to get a foot in the door with theater because the college is well known for turning out solid performers and is also small enough that I won’t get lost in the mix.
Then, as Ellie and I enter Dramatization and Emotional Acting, one day, I do my usual scan of the room, my eyes naturally seeking Cassio, even if they aren’t supposed to. He’s not here yet, so I follow Ellie to her seat as she waits for her partner to arrive as well.
We talk lightly, the closeness between us tighter than ever since our sleepover the boys crashed. It feels shockingly good to have told Ellie about all the pain and loneliness I experienced over the last two years.
And having her be such an integral part of Cassio and me finally bridging our issues somehow feels fitting. Like I helped her find Lucca, she helped bring me back to Cass. And since then, she’s been adorably enthusiastic about helping keep our rekindled romance alive and secret.
Cassio finally arrives, and my eyes automatically find him as soon as he walks through the door. Greeting everyone with his classic charming smile, he makes his way through the room. But something’s off about him.
“Hey, Cassio,” Hannah says, wiggling her fingers at him as she ignores her friend, cutting the girl off mid-sentence.
“Ladies,” he says casually as he strolls by.
