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"This seems to be a thing for you, pushing me up against walls," I say softly, even as my chest rises and falls with a staccato breath.
"What’s your plan, little stalker?"
"My plan…?" I ask, confused.
"You going to pretend to cheer for him throughout the entire game? Then when you go to his big mansion for the after party, are you going to hang on his arm like you actually give a shit?"
My eyes widen. "I—"
"You what? Are you going to let him take you upstairs to his room?" he asks, and I realize how close he's gotten to me. Every time I breathe, my breasts rub against him. He has one hand against the wall above my head, and his other one is by my waist, effectively caging me in.
"I'm going to leave now," I tell him, wishing that the words came out resolute instead of so breathy.
His hand moves from the wall to my waist, slipping under Kyle’s jersey and softly tracing my skin.
"What are you doing?" I whisper. His eyes are fastened on my face, his expression almost…puzzled. Like he's not quite sure what he's doing right now. His fingers slide past the waistband of my leggings, and then under the top of my underwear.
"Noah–"
I shiver when his lips brush against my ear, but at least I've escaped his far too intense gaze.
"Are you going to let him touch you like this, to feel how soft and smooth your skin is?" He says the words as his fingers push farther down, until he's tracing the crease between my leg and my core.
"Do you think he'll know what he’s doing when he gets his hand down here? Or do you think he’ll fumble around like it's his first time because he's a selfish prick who’s never bothered to learn what gets a girl off?"
"Selfish prick," I laugh softly, "that's rich coming from you."
I squeak as his fingertips are suddenly brushing through my embarrassingly wet folds.
"Do you think you'll be this wet for him? Or will you have to think of me the whole time and fake getting off?" His thumb finds my sweet spot and he presses firmly down, pleasure building up inside of me as he does so. It's not even just his touch that’s doing it, although that’s obviously helping. It’s him. The way he's completely enveloped my body. It's the smell of his musk, how every time he talks, the tip of his tongue brushes against my ear.
Like everything about him was designed to make me want him. He's my foil. The enemy of my story that at the same time feels like my other half.
His thumb is lazy as he takes his time circling my clit, adjusting where and how he presses depending on the sound of my breath.
There's a sudden scream in the hallway and I jerk, my head banging into the wall behind me. Noah takes his time pulling his hand from my pants. My insides are on fire, everything inside of me begging that he finish the job.
My pride won't let that happen though. I stare at him in shock as he slips two fingers into his mouth and slowly savors my taste, groaning softly like it’s his favorite thing.
“Have a fun rest of the night,” he says with a wink as he strolls towards the door, whistling a song that will either play in my nightmares…or my darkest fantasies.
I’m a mess as I watch the door swing closed behind him.
* * *
I go back to the gym as if I’m in a trance. Daisy searches my face when I sit down. “What’s wrong with you?” she asks, concerned.
“Nothing,” I quickly reply, and she studies my face, looking for the cracks that will tell her what I’m hiding.
I turn to the game, ignoring her eyes boring into the side of my head. I let out a sigh of relief when one of her friends finally manages to pull her attention away from me.
Just like he predicted, it feels like another person who cheers for Kyle for the rest of the game.
It feels like another person who lets Kyle hold her in his arms.
It feels like another person who goes to the party and tries to smile.
And it feels like another person who kisses Kyle in a dark hallway while loud music blares around us.
