Tine, and his love for hickies ?

Part 4 - Could it get any worse?

T I N E

As I continued to clean, occasionally stepping into some food, I wonder why no one came into the cafeteria. No teachers or even the cleaner had appeared, just me left to attempt at cleaning the cafeteria.

Assuming I had definitely missed most of my classes so far, I just continued to clean, humming random songs while throwing away rubbish.

My knees starts to ache, my body's sweating tremendously, the room filled breathing as I swipe away the sweat

Who knew turtle necks are never a good idea in summer.

I thought to myself.

Just as I was starting to loose hope in cleaning, I hear the door be flung open, as it bangs closed, I look up. And there he is.

Oh crap.

I raise my brows, a smirk quite present on his handsome face, I stand. He looks around, eyes unbothered until he sees me, glaring directly into my eyes. He struts towards me, taking his time. My eyes find themselves looking him up and down, finally he stops right in front of me. His scent is so strong, even when he's right in front of me.

My knees buckle, perhaps because of Sarawat, or the thought of cleaning the cafeteria while he watches me. He moves an arm forward, grasping my shoulder, allowing me to stable myself while holding onto his arm.

His warm hand instantly makes me look into his eyes, leaving me surprised by the soft look. Pink spreads onto my cheeks, making them all the more flushed, no thanks to the turtle neck situation. He moves a little closer, breaking the eye contact, lifts his hand and dragging it up my covered collarbone to my neck. A panicked look covers my face, I turn my head to look around the room.

I hear a slight laugh, before he slips his finger into the top of the turtle neck, not before drawing his finger up my neck sensually.

Why does this guy have to be such a pain?

Before I can continue my train of thought, he pulls the turtle neck down, a smile sewn onto his face as he looks at the bruises. Tracing the bruises, his free hand clasps my chin, turning my head to look directly into his eyes.

" did anyone see them ? " he says, deep voice breaking the utter silence in the messy room, finger still tracing them.

Not trusting my voice, I nod, while looking into his breathtaking eyes. Around him, whether it be the scent or his aura, I feel both on edge and safe. His gaze shifts, his finger stops,

" your friends? " he says again, folding the turtle neck slowly down, seemingly getting annoyed with the way it looks.

He yanks it, but it doesn't seem to cooperate. I nod again, and look down at his hands, before looks back up at him. He yanks at it again, waiting for me to understand what he means.

What does he... oh no

My heartbeat picks up, impossibly faster than before, my forehead creases as I look at him.

" off, you can have mine " he says as he yanks at the turtle neck one more time before taking off his shirt completely.