Note to self, Never, and I mean never again leave the house thinking that two sprays of 'Lynx Attract' and a spritz of 'Victoria Secrets Love Fragrance Mist' is enough to constitute for a shower. It will just leave you paranoid wondering if the insanely hot guy ( who has been devouring your face for the last twenty minutes) can smell the odour of accumulated sweat coming from your pits.
Yes. Whilst I was in the middle of my weekly 'study session' with the one and only Finn Harries, the captain of the university Football team, not to mention the captor of nearly every heart (both male and female) in the whole of Crafondshire University of Performing Arts and Design, my mind couldn't help but wonder whether the pungent smell extruding from my body was to blame for the almost pained expression plastered across his perfectly structured face as I kissed the length of his rock hard jaw.
I should have showered in the morning, at least for a minute or two but saying I was rushed for time would be an under statement. This may or may not have been due to my affinity to press the snooze button on my phone alarm. I'm not even an afternoon person let alone a morning one. Anyway the five minutes I allowed myself to get ready did not leave much room for me to put on my bra let alone take a whole shower.
Whilst I was already planning my response to possible questions about said smell, my attention was abruptly brought back to my lustful desires as he firmly grabbed my chin and reconnected our lips by placing my lower lip in between his two tender, now cherry red ones.
Oh my does this boy know how to use his mouth!
His broad hands explored the perimeters of my back as they roamed down slowly and grasped by behind as he left we kisses down the length of my neck towards my collar bone. My toes curled in great pleasure as I gripped the material of the flimsy Nike vest he was wearing in order to prevent a moan from escaping.
No need to disturb the studious from their work after all.
"That good am I?" he chuckled, voice sounding raspier than normal.
The deepness of his voice only turned me on more.
Finn Harries was one of my best friends and had been since Freshers week a year ago from now. Despite being a year older than me, he always treated me like we were the same age and never used his 'seniority' against me ( unlike the majority of third years).
He was famous in our university for being a prince figure. He was one of the kindest guys you'll ever meet, very sociable too. He talked to pretty much everyone, even the Overly Gothic first years who hung out behind the refractory.
This was extremely remarkable considering they would only talk to you if you either:
- only wore black, underwear included, six days a week (one of the days being Sunday)
- had at least five piercings (all facial ones not included)
- could sing the full length of David Bowie's 'Life on Mars'......... backwards
Considering Finn did not meet any of these Criteria shows he truly could get along with anybody.
If that wasn't enough, he was also part of 'The 3 flowers' A group (agreed on by the majority of the girls and Paul) consisting of the three best looking guys on campus (some girls even argued in the whole of Crafondshire).
And rightfully so. The only way I could describe his looks would be to imagine Channing Tatum's and Ian Somerhalder's love child.
Many Pre Basketball practice disputes between the girls (and Paul of course) derived from who was the top flower out of the trio. Finn Harries, His right hand man and partner in crime Jungkook (more commonly known as JK) or My 26 year old Art teacher.
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Fanfiction********************** Dear Tori Landers, Congratulations on securing a place in the Art School at Crafondshire University of Performancing Arts and Design for your second year of study. We are proud to announce your first year grades landed you in...
