Kashmir [BxB]

Chapter 25 - Saints into the sea

Having Kade beckon me away after lunch to spend our last minutes of break making out in a janitor's closet was perhaps the single most exhilarating thing that'd ever happened to me through high school.

Wild, greedy, unsophisticated kisses, seeking me out with fervor in the dark. A low moan, a hard body pushed up against mine, his taste on my lips.

"I really like kissing you."

Kade's comment brings out a smile in me, one which he kisses over regardless before I reciprocate, pushing closer and sneaking my arms around his waist. It was my turn to be up against the wall, caged in by him, and he seemed very content that that was the case.

Working my tongue against his results in a whine Kade can't suppress, and the noise makes my hips snap forward before I have time to think about it. My mouth releases his to draw a breath as my beginning stiffness connects with his over our clothes, drawing a breathy moan from my lips.

We'd already made out today, unable to stay away once we had our first kiss. He was so intoxicating, drawing me in until it felt like I could never get enough. Even in the dark closet, pungent with the smell of stark floor cleaner, he seemed to fill up my whole world. Like a scene of the movie, slowly closing in on a single character until they were all you could see.

And he was all mine to watch, at least for now. He wasn't ready to come out yet, had told me so earlier, and I was fine with that. I knew he had it rough at home, and truth be told, I was rapidly falling for the werewolf. Everything was good in the world, and I wasn't about to jeopardize that.

Besides, here in the cramped closet, it was kind of hot pushing up against each other, making out, trying to keep our sounds at bay so no one would be alerted to what was going on. While Kade wasn't the 'totally-straight-jock'-type of person, he was fit, tall, and so, so hungry for me.

I knew the type, even if it that wasn't really him. He craved me, because in his mind I was the only one who could give him something like this. It was a secret, it was against everything the world expected, and it was hot.

So hot that I groan out loud when the bell rings and our kiss comes to an end. Breathing heavily as if we'd done a half-mile, clothes and hair askew, silly smiles painting our faces.

"We could just skip class...", Kade whispers, unmoving. I chuckle, kissing him briefly again.

"Who are you and what have you done with Kade Westbrooke?"

Kade bites his lip, smiling as he drags a thumb across a small bite mark I knew he left this morning.

"I'm more myself now than I've ever been before."

Another kiss, a soft one, pillowed by the quiet darkness.

"I really like this Kade. But I won't have you miss class because of me."

Punctuating my statement with one last peck, intended to be the last at least, proved to be a faulty tactic as we once again find ourselves lost in each other.

"After school?", he asks me, kissing me before I have a chance to answer.

I humm a 'no', grieving my doctors' appointment. I'd been stressing over it for weeks though, so it was good to get it over with. Checking hormone levels, discussing stimulants, jada jada jada.

"Damn. Well, I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Wouldn't miss it for the world."

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It's a lot harder to stress about your body when the memory of one gorgeous piece of dark chocolate just snogged you crazy. But, as you walk to the bus stop alone, the thoughts that have been lurking tend to sneak up on you.