Her

Part 2

The ear bud's white wires snaked down my neck and led to my pocket, the music thudded in my ears, driving the sound to my core, completely and utterly overwhelming me, letting me think of nothing else. What a welcome relief. I clenched my jaw, my muscle tightening and my teeth pressing together. A surge of heat and emotion flashed through me, and my hand tightened into a fist so hard that my fingernails dug into the palm of my hand, leaving crescent shaped marks, the muscles in my arm standing out. I raised my eyes in agony to look at her, unable to avert my eyes, unable to stay away from her. She was sitting on the edge of her desk, her long legs exposed from just above the knee and down, her fitted blue dress hugging her thighs. Her creamy legs swung back and forth tantalizingly as she kicked her feet out of habit, her flats dangling from the end of her toes. Her dark hair spilled down over her bare, creamy shoulders, and her eyes were half closed as she tipped her head back and surveyed the class. Heat filled my stomach and my chest ached from looking at her. I pushed my feet as hard as I could against the ground in an effort to remain in my seat, for I wanted nothing more than to cross the room in three strides and wrap my arms around her slender frame, press my lips against the hollow of her throat, lean against her and hold her tight, never to let her go. To twine my fingers through hers, feel her soft skin beneath mine, her muscles and curves, the shape of her.