Killing For Love

Chapter 30

WARNING: This isn't a lemon chapter, but it does get sexual near the end.

Megan POV

     The next few months pass in a blur, and suddenly, it's the last day of school before exams start.

     Since the whole situation with Julia, Dean and I have been on our own. I'm not complaining though, it's amazing being with just Dean. He seems happier too, which makes me happy.

     The weird thing is though, that Julia, Danyelle and Damian have all disappeared without a trace, just like Branden.

     They all have something in common too. They've all made enemies of Dean.

     I'm not scared of my boyfriend anymore though, unless he's mad at me, but he hasn't been in so long.

     I love him so much, and even if he is a murderer, I will continue to love him, no matter what.

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     After a long day of school, the bell rings, and it takes me a moment to realize that today is the last day of school before exams. So now I just have to get through that, then it's summer!

     Dean is waiting outside my class, like always.

     We walk together out of the school, and to my house to study for exams. Well, probably study. Maybe. Honestly I'm pretty sure we're going to do more snogging than studying....

     We make it to my house and go upstairs into my room.

     "So, I know you hate math, and are kinda terrible at it, but I'm pretty good at it, so I think we should start with that." Dean suggests, smirking at me.

     "Oh, wow. Thanks for the vote of confidence." I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes. "But sure, let's start with that."

     I get my binder out of my bag, and am about to open it, when Dean lays his hand over mine, preventing me from opening it.

     "To make it more interesting, I was thinking that every question you get right I have to take off a piece of clothes. And if you get a question wrong, then you have to take off a piece of clothes." He suggests, giving me a sly grin.

    Uh oh, I can see where this is going....

     I grin back at my boyfriend, then say. "Great idea."

     "Okay, so. What's pi?" Dean asks, taking my binder and flipping through it.

     "That's easy! It's 3.14. Give me a harder one." I say with a laugh.

     Dean looks up at me with a very amused expression on.

     "How about you give me a hard one?" He asks, and the devilish glint in his eyes suggests that he's not talking about math anymore.

     I can feel my face turning red, and I answer back. "I think I already have. Several times."

     Dean laughs. "I think you might be right." He then takes his hoodie off and flings it at me.

     I catch it, breathing in his scent.

     It smells like him, but also with a faint hint of metal.

     "Alright, how many sides does a trapezoid have?" Dean asks.

     I look at him blankly.

     The fuck. How do I not know this?!

     "Uhhhh....five?" I answer uncertainly.

     "No. Four." He says, with amusement lacing his voice.

     I sigh, then take off my own hoodie. I throw it at Dean, and he catches it, smirking at it.

     "What's fifty plus nineteen?" He asks again, still with that arrogant smirk on.

     It takes me a few moments longer than it probably should have to figure it out. Finally, I say. "Sixty ni-oh, fuck you!" I cry, throwing one of my pillows at him.

     He laughs, then says. "Alright."

     He takes off his shirt, and throws it to the side, already leaving him half naked.

     "This is soooo not helping me with math." I say grumpily, crossing my arms and frowning at him.

     "Okay, fine. I'll ask you some real questions." Dean says, raising his hands in mock surrender.

     After several real math problems, Dean and I are both back in our underwear.

     "If I had eight balls, and you ate six of them, how many would I have left?" Dean asks slyly, his eyes glittering with mischief.

     "Two of course. Although, we could do a hands on experiment to find out for sure." I answer, giving him a seductive look.

     "I'd be okay with that." Dean says, then slowly takes off his last remaining piece of clothes.

     I try to keep my eyes on his face, but I can't help looking down for the briefest moment.

     Damn.

     It's kind of crazy to think that that thing was inside me a few months ago, and history might repeat itself very soon....

     "Now, what is your estimation on how likely it is that we are about to fuck again?" Dean asks, slowly coming closer to me.

     "I'd say a solid seventy percent." I answer, purposely getting the question wrong.

     "The correct answer is one hundred percent." He corrects, smirking at me in a seductive way.

     He then leans forward and kisses me, pushing me back against the bed and unclipping my bra in the process.

     After a few minutes of kissing, he pulls back and asks in a low voice.

     "Last question. How badly do you want this?"

     "Desperately." I nearly whisper.

     I then grab onto the back of his neck, and pull him towards me again.

     As he kisses me all over, I run my hands through his hair.

     He somehow manages to take off my underwear, but doesn't move his hand away.

     Who knew study sessions could feel so good?