Charlotte is a first year at the prestigious Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts in London. Little does she know that inside these old walls not only her love for acting will grow.
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It's already past nine when I make my way down from the rooftop. Putting the blanket back in my locker. I check my phone as I walk down the corridor. No message from Tom. I let out a sigh.
Suddenly I get pulled into the rehearsal room. Before I can scream, a hand is covering my mouth. I panic, but then see the blue eyes piercing through the darkness. He looks at me, slowly removing his hand. The other one signaling me to keep quiet.
"Oh my God. What are you doing here?" I whisper.
"Surprising you, obviously" he says with a huge grin.
"More like giving me a heart attack" I laugh at him. Taking in our surroundings.
The room is the same as the countless times I have been preparing for exams or a performance. Yet it was unrecognizable. The street lights bath it in a soft light. The rush and noise of the day are forgotten and replaced by the snugness and silence of the night.
"We finished early and I needed to see you. I came here straight from the airport" he brushes his thumb over my cheek.
He leans in, gently pushing me against the wall. His lips brushing mine. Starting as a gentle peck, our kiss deepens. Our tongues exploring. He lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his body. My heart is pounding in my chest. My mind is racing.
His greedy fingers in my hair, on my face, my body. Mine gently pulling on the roots of his hair. He breaks the kiss and plants soft kisses on my neck. A moan escapes my mouth, causing him to smile against my skin.
All the sexual tension of the last months, finally bursts out of us. Uncontrollably. Not long and I will stop caring where we are, telling him to take me right here and now against that wall.
Surprisedly he stops his assault and takes a deep breath.
"We need to go. Now. Or I swear to God I will lose whatever self-control is left" he says, his breathing heavy.
"Self-control is so overrated" I smirk at him.
"I would totally agree with you, if I didn't come unprepared" a blush appearing on his face. "Straight from the airport, baby" he smiles.
"Let's go to mine" I smile at him, taking his hand. "We got the whole place to ourselves and as it happens I am always prepared".
I hear him snicker as we quickly make our way down the corridor and onto the street.
The way to my apartment testing my patience to the limit. He is not helping the cause. His hands around my waist. His fingers brushing my hipbone.
Gathering my last strength and after a few attempts, I finally manage to put the key in the lock and open the damn door.
