Dexter White. (A Gay Romance.)

Dexter White. (Part 26.)

     I arrived at school as soon as possible, making my way straight to his classroom. I wanted to see him, I has to see him. It was just... My heart wanted him more than I could have ever thought a heart could desire something. I slipped into his classroom when I saw the light was on and smiled when he was at his desk.

    He looked up and smiled at me, biting his lip and walking over. He pulled down the little shade on his window and locked his door, sliding his arms around my waist and pulling me against him. "You're walking so well... Did I not do it enough?" He teased me and I giggled, blushing and hiding my face. He lifted my chin and kissed me deeply, making my heart skip a beat and my knees go a little weak. I sighed through my nose and wrapped my arms around his neck, letting the kiss progress to something a little more intense. Then he pulled back and smirked, "Good morning." He finally said and I smiled at him.

      "Good morning." I said backs sweetly and reached up, messing with his hair happily, leaning in to nuzzle our noses together. "You're so cute." He whispered and I shook my head, grinning from ear to ear. I kissed his nose and sighed, parting the hug to sit back against one of the desks, "I wish spring break was longer..." I had a sad undertone and he nodded in agreement.

     "I mean, we still get to see each other, so we should be thankful for that." He reminded me and I nodded as well, watching him prepare today's lesson before the bell. He smiled at me and chuckled, noticing that I was staring. At this point, I didn't care. I could stare all I wanted. He is my boyfriend after all. I've seen all there is to see and I love every bit. He walked over and lifted my shirt, looking at the large amount of hickies that still covered my body, absolutely satisfied with his work. He put it back down and kissed my forehead, "I love you..." The words flustered me like always and I looked down, heart racing. I couldn't say it back without being positive...

     So instead, I just smiled and looked down. "Dork." I mumble and mess with my shirt, closing my eyes for a second to try and get my heart beat back to normal. I sigh happily and glance at him, a look of doubt quickly wiped off his face, as if he was trying to hide it... But I caught it.

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