Bets, Beds and Treads || 18+

𝒙𝒊𝒊.

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𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗦𝗘𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗢 slip right through with Reign, somehow. Before I knew it, noon had come and gone, and the school hours had already passed.

We stood on a bridge, watching as the sun descended toward the horizon, casting warm hues across the sky. It felt like the day was ending far too soon, and my mind struggled to grasp how quickly the evening was creeping in.

I pulled out my phone to capture the stunning sunset, the colors swirling in the dying light like strokes on a canvas. The scene was too perfect not to preserve.

After taking it, I pointed the camera at Reign and just before he noticed and could protest, snapped a picture. The click of the shutter echoed in the calm, and he glanced at me, surprise flickering in his eyes before it hardened into a glare.

He lunged for my phone. Laughing, I instinctively yanked it back, but he was quicker. He grabbed my wrist, pressing it gently yet firmly against my back, trapping me in place between him and the bridge railing.

His fingers brushed mine as he pried the phone from my hand slowly, his gaze holding mine with an intensity that left me momentarily breathless.

I soaked in every enchanting detail of his face.

There was something utterly captivating about him. His features weren't conventionally perfect, but the way they came together created an alluring harmony that I bet no symmetrical face could ever rival.

My eyes drifted down to his lips, and the familiar heat bloomed in my stomach-a burning desire to bite, suck and feel them against mine...

But I had made a promise to myself earlier in detention-not to initiate anything. I'd wondered, what if he'd never even kissed anyone before?

Not that I was judging him or jumping to conclusions, but given his nature, it seemed entirely possible. The idea of stealing his first kiss without his consent felt like a profound betrayal-something that weighed heavily on my conscience. It would haunt even me if someone took my first kiss without my approval.

And considering my intentions, he would feel utterly deceived if he ever found out, and that was a burden I couldn't bear. So, no, I wasn't going to go there. I wouldn't allow myself to stoop that low, even if it meant enduring the agony of desire. Bad bitches should have some morals too...

I wished I could read his mind, to know what was really going on in there. Did he feel the same way about me, or was I just as annoying and nosy as ever in his eyes? I wanted to know so much. Though I knew that, to him, I must always have my droopy, hazy fuck me eyes.

He grabs my phone, attempting to unlock it while I just laugh, knowing he's only going to trigger the "try again" screen.

"The world might end before you ever crack my password," I laugh.

He pushed himself away and turned back to the screen. I couldn't help but admire how focused he was, the way his brows furrowed as he tried to crack it.

"Reign Augustus, Imma let you know I will fucking kill you if you lock my phone forever." I warned, half-joking but with a hint of seriousness.

After several failed attempts, he finally sighed in frustration. "Alright, just delete it."

I raised an eyebrow, playfully crossing my arms. "And why would I do that?"

He looked at me, like I was a madman.

"It's mine now," I declared, a playful grin spreading across my face. "This moment is captured forever, whether you like it or not. Deleting it? Not happening."