Wicked Games Academy

CHAPTER 17

I knew Clive was going to cozy up to the girls. We had a conversation in our dorm some night before the ball. A beautiful night.

"I'll be talking to the girls," Clive said, "and flirting. I want you to know.

"But remember, you're mine," I spoke.

Clive laughed in his carefree manner, arm now completely healed. He slept with me sometimes, but it was astonishing how deep Clive slept and even if I cuddled, he would slap my arm if I touched him.

Still, that night we kissed and made out heavily.

It was the farthest I've went with Clive, with me biting his neck and leaving hickeys without thinking of the consequences.

Clive's skin always smelled like him, a strange scent of citrus and rosemary oil. Or some scented oil he would occasionally put on his hair to keep it from being more frizzy than it was.

I liked running my hand through that hair, and when I saw his closed eyes without fear of me on top of him I felt a closed door in me open.

Clive, why don't you ever tell me about your pain? Why do you always smile and act as though everything is fine? What will happen to us when we graduate? Are these girls just safety measures for the future you'll leave me?

"Don't you dare leave me," I said out loud.

I went down his body, kissing his abdomen lined with scars from sparring. I kissed each past injury, and played with his erection.

Clive was suppressing signs of pleasure but began to tremble as he spoke.

"Nathan—stop playing with it—"

I put it in my mouth and it was surprisingly like second nature.

I knew the way I liked it and did it to him until he cummed, pulling out my hair as he stretched his neck out, head tilted back.

The sight of Clive being so helpless at my very mouth made me more excited and soon it was my erection throbbing.

"You have a nasty streak," Clive said as he leaned forward. "How am I supposed to hide these hickeys?"

"Say they are bruises."

"What about this big bite?" Clive scolded, and I found him incredibly adorable trying to be the serious one, and hugged him, to both of our surprise.

I was horny, yes, but a part of me wanted to simply return to those summer nights where Clive was only a friend.

That night is forever in my memories, a night we giggled and played together, curtains half closed with the bright moonlight illuminating our skin. We both laid at the foot of my bed, tired and sweaty. We reached out to touch the light on the other side and giggled.

"That day will never come," Clive whispered suddenly, resting his chin on the arm resting under his face. His other arm touched mine, sticky but fragrant.

"We will never leave one another?" I asked. "Even if circumstances make us?"

"There's no such circumstance," Clive said. "There's no love where you only look for the reason you would break up. Instead of searching for one, shouldn't we be enjoying every minute with each other?"

I was stunned. He was right.

"But doesn't it scare you this moment won't last—that this whole thing won't last?" I grabbed his outstretched hand, both of our hands silver and white under the moonlight.

"It scares me, but I'm happy." Clive flipped over to see me, head on the bed like mine. "So happy I can't see anything but you."

We brought our entwined hands inside and between our chests it was like we had a third heart. I firmly felt the muscles and nerves in my hand thudding like a heart and wondered if Clive felt it too.