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For the first time, I mentally subtract our age gap, plugging in the real numbers.
“Exactly.” He looks into my eyes. “There’s more than a decade between us. Not to mention the fact that you’re still in high school.”
“So, if I were in college—”
“It would still be inappropriate,” he says. “Now, agree to leave me the fuck alone.”
“No.”
“No?”
“No.” I repeat myself, shaking my head. “No.I honestly don't care how old you are or how young I am. And as far as I’m concerned, I have my own three things. One, we have a connection. You can deny it all you want but we both know you felt it the first time we met.”
“Two, you're the onlyperson on this goddamn campus that I actually enjoy talking to, and I know you enjoy talking to me. Three, we're attracted to each other, and all I can think about lately is how we didn’t get to finish what we started after I swallowed every drop from you.”
He suddenly presses his mouth against mine, holding me taut against him.
I can taste all the days and nights we’ve missed on his tongue, feel every bit of longing from the rough way he’s handling me.
He slides a hand under my tennis skirt and pushes my panties to the side. Teasing my soaking wet clit with his thumb, he stares into my eyes, silently telling me he’s not going to stop this time.
Still kissing me, he slides two fingers deep inside my pussy and I can’t hold back my moans.
“Ohhhh godddd….”
“Shhhh.” He uses his other hand to squeeze my ass, keeping his other fingers busy and in rhythm with punishing thrusts. “Shhhh.”
“I…” I’ve never been kissed like this, never been touched like this, and before I know it, I’m riding his hand and my hips are bucking against him.
He stifles my scream with a kiss as I come undone, he grips my hips until I stop shaking.
He finally lets go of me after I catch my breath, but he looks like he’s upset.
“That won’t happen again.” He steps back and pulls my gift—still unwrapped—from his jacket. “I came here to return this.”
I don’t move to take it. “It’s a gift.”
“A gift from someone who doesn’t need to develop feelings for me.”
“You haven’t developed any feelings for this 'someone,' too?”
“I’m not keeping it, Genevieve.”
“I don’t want it back.”
He slips it into my duffle bag anyway. “I’ll see you in class, Miss Edwards.”
“So, you’re really not going to help me with my admissions essay anymore?”
“I’ll think about it.” He walks away before I can say anything else.
7
LIAM
Subject: Appointment.
Miss Edwards,
