Forbidden Lust

21 ❦ crave me

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I unlocked the front door and quietly stepped into the house, I was relieved to see the soft glow of the living room lamps and the sound of my mother's gentle snoring coming from the living room. Thank god, she had already fell asleep, seemingly unaware of my late return from Mr Voss's house.

I tiptoed through the hallway, being as quiet as possible, my eyes falling to the clock on the wall that confirmed just how late it was, and I couldn't help but smile at my good fortune. I had managed to slip back in unnoticed, avoiding any questions or explanations.

With a contented sigh, I headed to my own room, knowing that, for tonight at least, my secret adventure remained safely hidden, and I could drift into sleep with the memories of the evening's enchantment still fresh in my mind.

The next morning, I got ready for school, brushing my hair, having already applied makeup, and dressed in a light pink top and flared denim jeans. As I slipped on my coat and unlocked the door, the chilly autumn air greeted my face. The pavement streets stretched ahead.

Suddenly, in the distance, a bike pulled up beside me. It was Slater, raising his visor. "Good morning, sweetcheeks. Want a ride?"

I hesitated for a moment, a rush of both surprise and curiosity flooding over me as I looked at Slater on his bike. With a half-smile, I decided to take the offer and hopped on the back of the motorcycle.

"Thanks Slater. So are you my personal taxi now."

Slater chuckled as he revved the engine. "Well, more like your personal chauffeur for today. Let's make this ride to school a little more exciting," he said with a mischievous grin, before speeding off down the road.

My eyes widened in alarm as the speed increased, and I playfully swatted Slater's chest. "Hey, ease up a bit! We're not in a race. I'd rather not die today with you."

He chuckled, As we revved off into the cool morning, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of exhilaration and a sense of adventure. The wind whipped through my hair, and the cityscape unfolded around us as we rode through the bustling streets. Slater and I chatted along the way, and I couldn't deny the thrill of the unexpected detour from my usual morning routine.

As I stepped through the school's entrance, we walked down the echoing hallways and into the classroom. I entered English class and spotted Mr Voss greeting everyone as usual. My gaze immediately focused in on him. A surge of nervous excitement raced through me at the thought of seeing him today,

The memories of last night flashed through my mind. Feeling the heat of his body on mine, his hands caressing my skin and my intimate places. I quickly looked away, embarrassed that my thoughts had drifted to those intimate moments.

In a determined effort to regain my composure, I willed the butterflies in my stomach to settle. Today, it was just a regular english class – there was no need to panic. With a deep breath, I repeated to myself, It's okay, it's just english.

Sitting down next to Slater, I felt his suspicious gaze, probably questioning my unusual behavior. I turned to face Mr. Voss, and for the briefest of moments, our eyes locked, setting my cheeks ablaze with a hot flush.

Our gazes connected, and I could tell he was looking at me with an unspoken understanding. We had shared an intimate encounter the previous night, and I knew he was thinking about it, just as I was.