After Class

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟹

𝓒𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓭𝔂

I made it to fourth period successfully, I put on tights today to avoid people noticing my knees, but the fabric shifting against them hurt more than I was prepared for. What gave me a haven was Mr. Santos, who walked around the classroom, continuing his lecture.

When I was getting my backpack ready this morning, I spotted a set of flashcards sitting at the top of my backpack. It had a stick note on them. It read Use these to study- Lorenzo.

That was also the first time he used his first name, referring to himself to me. I was going to stay after class today, and I researched what I was about to do. All I needed was courage.

The class was wrapping up, and my hands were getting clammy. Cold sweat was covering my whole body from nerves, and my heart was beating so hard I could hear my blood rushing in my ears.

When the bell finally rang, I stayed in my seat, acting as if I was putting my things away slowly. The class cleared out, and I heard his deliberate footsteps to the front of my desk. "Cassidy, we don't have a session today," he said slowly as if it was weird I was here.

"I know, sir," I said, looking at him in the eyes finding the bravery from somewhere. "I just wanted to say thank you," I said breathlessly. His eyes shot to my lips, leaving my eyes. I took him in, the way his hair curled perfectly, to the way his eyelashes nearly touched his cheekbones when he blinked, from the way his lips were pink and begging me to steal the kiss I so desperately wanted.

Suddenly Mr.Santos turned and walked to the door, locking it and walking to his desk, and standing in front of it, his arms crossed and looking at me expectedly.

Okay, you got this, Cassidy, take charge for once, take control of your life instead of allowing someone else.

This is your decision. Not anyone else now makes it. I internally screamed at myself. That encouraged me to stand and walk towards him. I was standing toe to toe with him. Our hands were both down at our sides, and I lifted mine grabbing his middle and pointer finger tugging on them to beckon him closer.

His lips tugged in a small smile. Our lips were barely touching, and I knew if I wanted to kiss him, I would have to intact it, and that's precisely what I did. He tasted like the mint gum he was chewing on and tobacco. I didn't know he smoked, but the mix tasted good.

I grabbed onto the collar of his dress shirt and pulled him closer to me and farther down to my height. He allowed it and dipped his head further so I could kiss him thoroughly. The seam of his lips parted, and my tongue took that opportunity to explore him. He groaned into my mouth, essentially making me sure what I was about to be would be enjoyable for the both of us.

If he continued to make noises like that, I would steal his soul. I will become a succubus no doubt.

I pulled back and saw his eyes look hazy as if I somehow did something that would make him anything other than perfectly composed. I pulled farther back and skimmed my lips down his jaw, and kissed him behind his ear. His hands shot out to grab onto my waist, squeezing tightly. I continued my path down his neck and spent extra time on the dip from his shoulder to his neck, giving him a hickey.

I liked to think of it as payback.

Slowly I lowered to my knees, my hands feeling the tensed muscles of his torso through his shirt. His breathing was heavy and fast, his eyes watching everything I did.

When my knees finally hit the ground, I kept the wince from my face and looked away. "Cassidy, you don't have to," Mr.Santos started looking down at me, brushing the hair from my face. I cut him off by unbuckling his belt and pulling it from the belt loops.