Boy From English Class

Chapter 15*

He chuckled and stands up.
My legs wrap around his waist and my hands around his shoulders. He walks to a door that I didn't even notice when I came in cause I was too busy admiring the music studio slash living room. He opens the door and shuts it behind me and pins me against it. He attacks my neck with kisses making me moan louder and louder with each caress and contact.  My hands move up to his hair and I pull as he suck the skin on my collarbone. His hands move down to my butt that he squeezes tightly.

"I still can't explain how good you make my heart feel." He whispers as he continues his movement on my skin.

"Like it's going to pop out of my chest any minute now" he continues removing the plain gray t-shirt I wore.

I didn't bother wearing a bra cause I thought we wouldn't be going far. I was right.
He admires my breasts as if it was the first time he was seeing them. He kisses the top of them achingly close to my nipples whilst my hands pulled his head down closer and closer to them.

His hands left my butt and went to the button of my jeans unhooking them slowly.

"When I look at you, I never want to look away, just like the first time I saw you in school" he admits "I knew I had to have you. I had to make you mine. I couldn't bare to listen to my friends talk about wanting you to" he confesses.

"You won haven't you" I half say half moaning.

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I laid there tracing the tattoos on his skin and listened to the beating of his heart.

I look at the time on the clock he has on the bedside table and see that it's 5pm. I've been gone for over two hours.

"I think I should head back home." I tell him.

"Oh come on stay a while longer. Isn't your dad out of town?" He questions

"He is but my mom isn't" I tell him

"Oh yeah. I forgot" he hits his forehead. "I should take you back then"

"Thank you"

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I walk Into the house and find my mom coming down the stairs.

"Oh there you are. I looked for you in your room but didn't see you" she tells me yawning. I'm guessing she just woke up.

"Oh yeah. I went to see a friend" I say going up to hug her.

"Are you sure it's just a friends" she looks at me suspiciously then at my cleavage.

Oh shit. I forgot about those hickeys Jungkook left there.

"Uhm...yeah. We're just friends" I say walking around her towards the stairs. "I'll be back in a minute to give you a tour of the house"

I quickly run up the stairs to change into something else. I put on a pair of sweats and a sweater big enough to cover my cleavage and parts of my neck. For the parts I couldn't cover I let my hair down to do the rest.

I wear socks and rush back down.

My mom was in the living room admiring the centerpiece.
I showed her everything. from the large kitchen, to the mini cinema and game room, to the outdoor pool and tennis court. My favorite being the cinema.
After the tour, we sat at the dining table having dinner that was prepared by Sandra.

My mother loved Korean food, one her favorite things about the country. Her favorite was Kimchi fried rice. So before she came I asked Sandra to specifically make that before she came.

We sat there reminiscing the days we had back in Boston as a family. Sometimes I noticed she'd try her best to avoid the memories of my dad. But how could she when most of them were with him.