Bitten And Tongue Tied
Chapter: 1
Outside the classroom window little droplets of rain pelted the asphalt and cement of the school grounds, tapping ever so lightly against the window pane. I let myself drift off in its beauty for a few minutes while Mr. Fisher talked on about the War of 1812. It wasn’t like anyone paid any attention to me, anyway.
There wasn’t anything that special about me.
I knew that.
I had some muscle definition and I guess I was a little on the tall side but nothing really noticeable. I wasn’t sad or angry, I was content with what I had.
Trudging through the rain in his usual black t-shirt, jeans and boots, Dax sped pass my two story view, his ebony black hair glistening with loose rain drops, sliding down his strong, chiseled face. His shirt tightened and stretched across his torso, matching his strides as it showed off his defined abs.
Beginning to nibble on the nail of my index finger, I let my mind wonder off to where I rarely let it.
I imagined Dax in front of me, rain pouring over his gorgeous body, sliding down his muscular chest and trailing down his amazing abs. His dark sapphire eyes pierced through my mind as I began to undress Dax, gradually removing his jeans until-
The bell rang, shattering my forbidden fantasy that haunted me everyday and rendered me sleepless every night.
Miserably, I gathered up my notebook and pen as everyone else began to clear out of the classroom and on to the next period.
Dax’s perfect face was permit ably imprinted in my mind, his face appearing every time I closed my minds, tying my stomach into more knots than usual.
