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    She’s walking beside me on the way to our Monday morning sses. We’re close enough that I can feel the warmth of her one shoulder every time she shifts the strap of her backpack higher. But she doesn’t seem to care when it slips off again two stepster. She’s humming quietly to herself, some half–remembered tune, and I can’t stop looking at her or smiling to myself.

    She’s the most captivating thing in a two–mile radius. And I get to call her imine/i.

    I shift myptop bag in my grip, swapping it from one hand to the other. Not because it’s heavy, but because my hands are itching.

    Itching to do something reckless, like drag her closer, pull her into my arms, and kiss her senseless until the whole damn campus disappears around us.

    Sheughs at something on her phone, and it’s soft and low and not even meant for me, but it hits me like a sucker punch straight to my chest.

    She has no idea how she wrecks me just by being here, by smiling like that, and by walking beside me like she belongs nowhere else. Every inch between us as we prepare to part for our separate sses feels more and more like a thousand miles. And I’ve had enough of pretending I’m okay with it.

    The main path up ahead is already busy, with students pouring in from all directions, and the usual buzz of voices and footsteps filling the space. I should let her go. I should tell her good luck and to have a great day, and maybe even brush my lips over her cheek and act like that would be enough.

    But I don’t. I can’t.

    Something suddenly snaps in me. Something reckless and desire–filled, and I’m immediately done pretending I’ve got all the time in the world.

    Before she can walk another step, I catch her wrist. It’s not hard, and it doesn’t convey

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    urgency. It’s just with certainty.

    She pauses immediately, her eyes flicking up to mine, her brows dipping with confusion. But she doesn’t pull away.

    I don’t say a word as I tug her gently off the path, away from all the campus noise, around the corner, and between two quiet buildings where the world narrows to just the

    two of us.

    She follows me without question. Maybe because she already knows I’d never lead her anywhere she didn’t want to go with me.

    The second we’re out of sight, I turn abruptly and press her back against the brick wall. My left hand braces beside her head while the other still holds her wrist. My touch isn’t tight. It is only there as a reminder while anchoring us to this moment.

    Her breath catches at my sudden movement, and her chest rises and falls faster now. Her lips part slightly, and her eyes are locked on mine.

    There’s no sign of fear or confusion in them. There’s just…openness. Like she’s ready and willing for whatever this turns into. Like she’s been waiting with bated breath just as much as I have.

    “You have no fucking idea what you do to me,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper, and rough around the edges with everything I want to say out loud.

    She opens her mouth, probably to ask what I mean, but she doesn’t get the chance, because I’m already leaning into her.

    The first kiss I press to her lips isn’t a question. It’s a warning of what’s toe.

    My lips brush against hers slowly, like I’m asking her to remember this exact second for the rest of her life. She instantly melts against me like I knew she would, her fists bunching into the fabric of my hoodie, as she pulls me closer until there’s no space left

    between us.

    I deepen the kiss, my movements bing rougher now, and I im what I’ve been craving for over a week. My right hand slowly slides from her wrist down to her hip,

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    gripping it like bI /bcan root her here, just for me and what I want to do to her.

    When her body instinctively shifts against mine, arching into me and gasping a whispered version of my name, I slide my thigh between hersb, /bcausing her to let out the softest, most soul–wrecking sound I’ve ever heard. And it undoes me.

    bI /bgroan into her mouth, helpless and destroyed by her, the sound of it tearing out of my throat like it’s been trapped there for months.

    I want her. God, I want her. And it’s not just in a physical way. It’s in every way possible.

    My hand slips under the hem of her gray vintage rock t–shirt, my fingertips naturally finding the warm, bare, silky skin along her ribs, and she immediately trembles at my touch. It might be subtle, but she can’t hide it from me, just like she can’t hide anything

    else from me.

    Her hands cling even tighter to the front of my shirt, and when she swivels her hips to

    find friction against my thigh, my final resolve snaps.

    I reach higher with my right hand and cup her breast in the palm of my hand, and as I squeeze the perfect globe, my teeth nip at her bottom lip. Both sensations have her inhaling deeply, and I internally pride myself on drawing such a response from her

    without too much effort.

    On the flipside, though, she casts the same spell over me. She barely has to look at me or breathe my name, and I want to sink myself into her heat and im her pleasure as

    my own.

    When I feel her hands uncurl somewhat, I initially think it’s to pause this madness bI /binitiated, but when I feel her hands slip beneath my clothes so she can trace the dips of my abs, my reaction is just as visceral.

    With that, we both lose control of thest flimsy threads of restraint we had left and give ourselves over to the other person.

    Her hands roam as much of my bare skin as she can reach while my right hand pulls her breast from her bra cup, and my left buries itself in the hair at the nape of her neck.

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    Our movements are frantic and rushedb, /bbut they’re no less meaningful than if we were in bed together andzily making love.

    I rock my thigh against her stimted clit more and more with each passing second, while she undtes her hips against me, causing a simr friction against the zipper of my jeans as it presses against my rock hard cock.

    Suddenly, a car horn res from the parking lot around the corner, and our sex haze is immediately shattered.

    With a final tender kiss, I step back from her, purposefully adjusting myself so she sees what she does to me, and then murmur a warning, “Go to ss, Beautiful. Right now. Before I do something neither of us can walk away from.”

    With nothing but a cute squeak, she scampers away, leaving me behind to calm myself before I get cited for public indecency.

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