❝P-please,❞ He whimpered, holding my hand over his erection. It was perfectly hard and ready for me, straining against his boxers in the most delicious way.
"What is it that you want me to do, baby?"
"Touch me," He moaned and drew his head back whe...
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The first light of dawn crept into my room at Finewaters, bathing everything in a soft, warm glow. I opened my eyes to the sight of the morning sky, painted in hues of delicate pink and orange, gradually giving way to the deep blue of the awakening day. The quiet serenity that accompanied the early hours was my favorite part of the day sometimes—a moment suspended in time before the chaos of life took over.
I slipped out of bed, savoring the cool touch of the wooden floor beneath my feet. Glancing at the clock, I noted it was just past 5 a.m., my usual wake-up time since becoming serious about my academics. As I stretched, my thoughts wandered to the anatomy exam looming ahead.
It was going to be a long day.
Drawing the curtains back, I admired the sunrise for a few more moments. The sun began its ascent, casting long shadows and illuminating the world in a golden light. It was a sight both calming and inspiring, reminding me of the new possibilities every day held.
Mornings like that made life worth it.
I turned to my open wardrobe, snatching my neatly folded uniform—a crisp white shirt, a black skirt, and a blazer adorned with the school's emblem. The emblem, a striking blend of mustard yellow and deep plum, was proudly sewn on the breast pocket. Matching tie in hand, I dressed quickly, securing the knot with practiced ease.
With my attire settled, I grabbed my bag and quietly made my way to the cafeteria. The corridors were silent, save for the occasional creak of the floor and the distant hum of early risers. In the cafeteria, the scent of fresh coffee and baked goods filled the air, a promise of warmth and comfort.
I picked a secluded corner table, far from the few students who were already up, and set out my textbook and notes. Orion's handwriting slithered from page to page, and I studied each word carefully. For once, I didn't let my mind wander to the owner of the pen. I didn't let myself, or Lucy, daze away in a sexual fantasy.
We needed that.
I hadn't realized how refreshing it was to...not think about sex. It had been a chronic part of my being for so long that I couldn't remember how it felt to be free of it. As I sat there, eating my raspberries and flipping through notes, I grew a little proud of myself. There I was, studying for the sake of my grades, not for the affection of a woman who would never appreciate me. There I was, successfully training my mind to focus on the right thing.
For the very first time in my life, I had managed to control Lucy.
As I pored over my study materials, the world outside faded away, replaced by diagrams of the human body and the intricate paths of veins and arteries.
Two hours slipped by unnoticed, my focus unwavering as I tried to take in the abundance of information before me. Suddenly, a burst of laughter shattered the silence, drawing my attention. There they were, standing in their tall, unique beauties: Blair and Simon. Ariel? Probably off shagging Lyel again. He couldn't seem to leave him alone...and neither could Simon.
