We hid in an empty classroom.
It was quiet and the only light was the sun peaking through the blinds.
The air was cold.
Cold.
I felt his cold hands on me.
On my thighs.
Shit.
His hands slightly moving up and down my soft skin now made their way towards my face.
He cupped my face in his hands, staring intensely into my eyes.
A devilish smirk began to smear across his face.
I smirked back.
The cold classroom air soon turned steamy and humid.
My hands rummaging through his hair, he let faint groans escape his lips.
My back arched, hips colliding, i unravelled beneath him.
Leaving me there, vulnerable and red cheeked.
