Our Secret

[4]

Marcel-

The school wasn't as boring as I ought it to be. She makes it much more interesting.

I never really cared about participating in competitions or tournaments or anything like that for that matter. I didn't need it and I know she didn't either, you can tell she does it for the thrill of winning.

When I found out she was on the SDS debate team at the academy, I joined the SPS academy's debate team which happened to be her team's biggest rival.

I loved seeing the glares she threw at me when I tied with her in all three debates this week.

She has made me feel a way no other girl in the past, but I can't identify this weird feeling.

One of the main parts of my life is art.  Art just makes life so much better. The difference one stroke of a paintbrush can make. The difference a singular color can make. The shadows, the colors, the strokes, the perspectives, everything about art is beautiful just like...her.

She was sitting a couple of tables away from me, reading her book. I couldn't make out what book, but she seemed to tighten her legs and bite her lip as if she wanted what was happening in that book to happen to her.

I stood up from where I was, walking over to the dark wooden door that people were prohibited to enter in the library. Closing the door behind me I set my stuff down, beginning what I started since the day my eyes met hers.

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Cerece-

I heard rustling from the one and only other person in the dark quiet library. I looked up to see that he was making his way back into that dark room once again.

What does he do in there for so long?
I was curious, curious enough to walk over to the door right after he closed it behind him.

I put my hand on the doorknob opening it slowly, inquisitive as to what I might find behind it.

I sneaked my way inside, quickly and quietly closing the door behind me. Looking around I saw beautifully made pieces of art.  Art pieces that should be in an art gallery, being viewed by everyone.

He was there moving his hand gracefully along with the paintbrush on the canvas. I moved in closer, now standing directly behind him. Realizing what I was looking at I sucked in my breath.

"Do you like it?" He knew I was here.

"Is that...me?" I asked him, already knowing the answer, It did have my face.

He didn't turn to look at me he just nodded his head.
"I just think you're quite beautiful. Your hair, your eyes, your skin, your...lips." His accent getting heavier after each word caused arousal between my legs.

I leaned forward my lips to his ear.  "Is that so?" He stiffened sucking in a breath. "Indeed. I think you are one of the most beautiful pieces of art I've seen yet."

I inched closer, my lips brushing against his earlobe and my hair cradling his back. 
"'More beautiful than the pieces of art you've already drawn?" His hand stopped moving, placing the brush in the brown paint water he slowly turned his body to look at me.

His lips brushed against mine, at this contact I straightened my back. He then looked up at me almost as if he was...begging.

Begging me to touch him, to please him.

I looked around once more, and another painting caught my eye. Walking over to it, I asked. "Is that a mermaid?" He walked to me standing closely behind me, knowing he was provoking me.

"No. It's a siren. They're known for their alluring voices and for leading men to their dooms." He stepped even closer. I had a feeling he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Oh, so it's like an evil mermaid," I stated.

He inches closer to me, his breath hovering over my ear. "Yea kinda like you." his slow whisper made my legs quiver.

I cranked my neck to the side giving him the space he needed.

He lightly brushed his lips over my neck placing a small kiss on it. Marcel then bring his arm around to my neck, making my head tilt back into his shoulder. "You smell good, love." his voice was getting deeper and sexier.

A slight moan escaped my lips.

I brushed myself on his front, feeling him get hard from such little contact.

"Cerece-" hearing his voice, I turned to my body to face him. "How much do you want to bet, I can make you fall in love with me."

My gaze quickly met his gray one. "Me? Fall in love with you?" he slowly nodded.

Does he really think I can fall in love with him? He must be crazy.

"I don't believe in love, but I do believe in pleasure and obsession. How much do you want to bet I can make you obsessed with me as I pleased you?" I smirked.

If I were him I would bet nothing. There hasn't been one person my hands haven't touched that hasn't made them obsessed over me, how's he any different?

"I wouldn't bet anything on it, love. I know you can do such a thing, but I just won't let you." he inched his face closer to mine.

"I think I can please you more than you can please me." how can he claim such a thing, no guy has ever put their finger on or in me, only one has and it was horrible his stubby little finger didn't even reach my sweet spot, I rather just do it myself.

Stepping closer to him, our noses now we're touching.

"Exactly Marcel, you think. On the other hand I know I can make you feel and experience things, that you won't even be able to go back to your regular life without my touch."

Turning away from him I walked over to my bag picking it up, then twisting the door known preparing myself to leave I turned to look at him.

"And this time... It won't be a tie."

Authors notes
Pretty short chapter, but now they've made their bets, but there will be trouble soon.