Between the desks

Chapter 22

Amren's POV

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about Professor Olsen and Coach Johansson dancing together. The image of their bodies moving so closely, hands on each other, completely at ease—it was burned into my mind. I was trying so hard to focus on Jess, to stay in the moment, but I couldn't help the wave of jealousy that had settled deep in my stomach.

Jess and I were still dancing, her body pressed against mine, her hands sliding down my sides as we moved to the beat. She felt good, really good, but it wasn't enough to drown out the thoughts circling in my head. Professor Olsen, her smile, the way she'd been so lost in the moment with Coach Johansson—it made me feel something I didn't want to admit.

After what felt like hours of trying to distract myself, I felt Jess lean in close, her lips brushing against my ear. "Let's go back to your place," she whispered, her voice thick with desire, sending a shiver down my spine.

I turned to face her, giving her a slow, seductive smile as I tried to push everything else out of my mind. "Let's go," I whispered back, my voice filled with the same want.

Jess grinned, and before I could even take her hand, she reached down and squeezed my butt playfully, her eyes filled with mischief. I laughed softly, grabbing her hand, and we began making our way through the crowded club, stumbling a little as the alcohol and adrenaline coursed through us.

Just before we reached the door, I couldn't resist glancing back one last time, searching for professor Olsen in the sea of bodies. And there she was, still dancing with Coach Johansson, looking just as caught up in the music, completely unaware of me. Whatever was happening between them seemed to be the only thing on her mind. I swallowed hard, shaking off the bitter feeling that crept up.

Outside, the cool night air hit us, and Jess wasted no time pulling out a cigarette. She lit it with practiced ease, taking a long drag before offering it to me. I took a quick puff, letting the smoke fill my lungs before exhaling slowly, watching it disappear into the night. As I pulled out my phone to call an Uber, I noticed a message from Lily.

"Hey babe, I went wih this guy to hs hous, you shoud not ait for me."

Her text was littered with typos, and I couldn't help but laugh at the mess of spelling mistakes. Typical Lily. She must've been pretty drunk to have sent something that unreadable.

I quickly typed back, "Okay honey, be careful. Call me tomorrow. DO IT SAFE!" and hit send before tucking my phone away.

The Uber arrived not long after, and Jess and I slipped into the backseat, our bodies immediately gravitating toward each other. The sexual tension between us was thick, and before I knew it, we were kissing, hands exploring each other in the dark, cramped space. Jess's lips were hot and urgent against mine, her hands sliding up my thigh. I felt her leg press against me, and she let out a soft moan as my fingers grazed her skin.

"Ssshh," I whispered playfully, but I couldn't stop the smirk from spreading across my face.

Jess giggled, biting her lip, but before things could escalate further, the Uber driver cleared his throat, glancing at us in the rearview mirror with a raised eyebrow. "Hey, keep it clean back there," he said, clearly annoyed. I could tell from his tone we weren't the first couple to get a little carried away in his backseat.

"Sorry," I mumbled, though I couldn't wipe the grin from my face as Jess leaned her head on my shoulder, still giggling.

When we finally reached my apartment, I fumbled to pay the Uber driver, my fingers clumsy from the buzz. Jess and I barely made it to the front door before she was all over me again, her hands pulling me in, her lips finding mine with an intensity that made my head spin. The moment the door clicked shut behind us, she was already tugging at my clothes, her fingers desperate to feel every inch of me.

I barely had time to catch my breath before we were undressing each other, our clothes hitting the floor in a haphazard trail leading toward the bedroom. Her touch was urgent, her hands roaming over my skin, sending sparks of electricity through me.

By the time we made it to my bed, the anticipation was too much. I pushed her down onto the mattress, my lips trailing down her neck, and she let out a gasp, her fingers tangling in my hair as I explored her body.

Our movements were frantic, filled with desire and need. Jess was beautiful, her skin warm and soft beneath my fingertips, and the way she kissed me—like she couldn't get enough—was intoxicating. For a while, I let myself get lost in it, in her, letting the rush of the moment take over.

We moved together, our bodies perfectly in sync, and for those fleeting minutes, I managed to forget about everything else. The doubts, the jealousy, professor Olsen—all of it faded away as I gave in to the heat between us. Jess was a good kisser, and she knew how to touch me in all the right ways, making me feel wanted, needed.

And that's exactly what I needed right now—to forget. To lose myself in someone else, if only for the night.