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He angles his head, and I can see the warmth in his eyes. The kindness in his expression.
"I don't know. I know what love is. I've seen it with my parents, yours, Xena's, and Ezekiel's. But it's finding love for a person between passion and affection. I don't think you can find love without both."
"Have you experienced both…I mean with someone."
"No. I have found passion, but it fizzles out, and most of the time, it ends badly when you tell the person how you feel. Affection doesn't exist at that point because now they hate you."
I giggle. "That makes sense."
"What's so funny?"
I turn on my side, place my hands under my cheek, and meet his dark brown eyes. "I've experienced the hating part without the passion because I told the person how I felt. At that point, there is only room for affection. I find it funny because I didn't experience anything close to love. You got the better end of the stick."
His eyes land on my lips. "You're right, I did…because you're here with me." My pulse is beating, and my stomach does a little flip. His lips are breath away. The look in his eyes is nothing like the ones we have shared. "Can I kiss you, Elena?"
I give him a little nod, and I'm lost. Our lips meet, the kiss is soft, and he tastes sweet from the wine.
A whimper escapes my throat when his hand cups my face. His thumb caresses the sensitive part below my ear. He takes his time exploring my mouth.
The palm of my hand lands on the top of his chest. Our bodies press together, and he deepens the kiss. I mewl, and he groans. I grip the front of his sweater, wanting more. It feels like the kiss goes on forever, like the flames of a roaring fire.
We break the kiss, panting for air, our foreheads touching, and sweat dripping between our lips. My tongue peeks out and licks his lips.
"Elena," he whispers.
I swallow thickly, trying to catch my breath. "Maxim."
It feels like I ran a marathon. His fingers caress my jaw, followed by his lips down my neck. My hands slide over his muscled shoulders, arching my back. He trails kisses, awakening my skin to his touch. Memorizing his manly scent. He kissesmy chest, and I moan his name when I feel his hot breath on my nipple over my shirt. Not once did Maxim slide his hand between my legs or grind his cock to fuck me, and not once did I think of Santiago.
The door opens a third time in English. I scan the doorway but look away, annoyed. The professor walks in, but there are still four minutes until class starts. I didn't do the assignment because all I could think about was her.
According to Xavier, she isn't home much. She goes shopping, does her nails at the salon, and hangs out with the girls. She didn't show up to the game Saturday night against Arizona State.
I played like shit, and I didn't give a fuck. I told the coach to bench me so I could look for her in the stands, but all I saw were girls I had no interest in wearing my number and screaming at the coach to put me back in the game.
"Hey, Santiago." I turn around, and its a from the cheerleading team. She has a bright smile with small tits and freckles on the bridge of her nose that I want to wipe off because it looks like she was sniffing shit. I don't respond, giving her a sour look and a face forward. "You don't remember me, do you?"
I turn back around. "No, I don't," I say sarcastically.
"Frat party before the semester started." She gives me a wink, leans close, and whispers, "You liked it when I…"
The classroom door opens with a tiny scream, cutting her off.
Elena walks in. As usual, my dick feels like it's suffocating in my jeans, watching her hips sway when she reluctantly stops at the podium and hands the professor a sheet of paper. She is wearing tight, low-rise jeans and a long black-sleeve sweater molded to her full breasts. Her black hair shines under the fluorescent lights picturing it brushing my lower abs while fucking her reverse cowgirl style.
"Again?" The professor asks.
"Yes,” Elena replies.
"Have a seat, Miss Sincere."
She scans the room at the stadium-styled seating. I know she is not looking for a seat. Her hard gaze lands on me, four rows up and two to the left.
I grin and inwardly laugh when she storms off and finds a seat two rows higher but on the opposite side of the room.
When she finally gets settled. The professor begin the day's lesson. I pick up my stuff and sit next to her.
"What the hell are you doing?" She hisses.
