drowned ✔️

• t h i r t y •

•TWO YEARS AGO•

His eyes were trained on my boobs. He didn't even try to hide his gaze, as it skimmed over the black lace lining my bra, covered only by a thin white shirt. I suppressed the urge to sheath myself in my jacket, and cleared my throat instead, in a desperate attempt to capture his attention.

"So, matrices?" I suggested hopelessly, watching him lick his lips. "Look, Lucas, if you don't want to study, I can just go-"

"No,no," he dissented, tearing his eyes away from my boobs to meet my own. "Let's study."

"Okay," I conceded, immediately mistrusting his motives. I quickly wrote a couple of problems down on a sheet of stray paper, sliding it towards him. "Solve these."

"Damn, darling. You're so demanding," he smirked, taking the paper from me. His pencil pressed against the paper, as he glared at the problems in frustration. "What the fuck are these?"

I rolled my eyes, reaching forward for his paper, when I realized what Leon had told me to do. Instead of completing my action, I stood up slowly, and walked to the opposite side of the table, where Lucas was sitting. Pressing my body against his side, I slipped the pencil from his hand, and started showing him how to solve the problem.

"And you add them together to get your final answer," I finished, my words a whisper in his ear. His shoulder tensed against my touch, but his hands were more confident. He snaked one around my thigh, and rested it on my ass. His push guided me to his lap, and I obliged, willing a smirk to curl around my lips.

"I can't concentrate with you acting like this, baby," he confessed, his eyes trailing down from my lips to my boobs. We were in a remarkably public place (the library), but it didn't seem to matter to Lucas. He just wanted to get into my pants, regardless of who was around us.

"You want to go somewhere more private, then? I can show you a couple of other things," I whispered, trying to make my tone sultry and smooth. My hands trailed down his chest, slipping underneath his thin shirt, tracing the lines of his abs.

"You read my mind," he smirked. I wrapped my fingers around his wrist lightly, guiding him to an abandoned alleyway between the biography section and the textbook section. As soon as we reached my designated destination, he took control again, pushing me against the rough brick wall behind me.

His mouth was hot against mine, aggressive and unyielding, but his kisses didn't feel nearly as intoxicating as Leon's. I suddenly became disinterested in the foreplay, just wanting to escalate the situation before I got distracted.

I unbuttoned his pants in a swift motion, moaning into his ear, "let's play."