How I Met The Woman Who Isn't Your Mother

After the death of his mother and neglect from his introverted father who is taking interest in his new secretary, Asher Adams is sent to America to live with his cousin and experience highschool after being homeschooled from birth. Being a popular model, he kept his identity a secret by wearing hoodies, masks, hats and possibly anything that could hide his face but what happens when this mysterious miserable hooded guy falls in love with his seat partner, Marisa Dupain-Yang. But Marisa, the highschool sweetheart isn't as simple as she seems.

Sneak peak;

She kissed me again and I kissed her back this time, I was so into it I pushed her mouth open with my tongue and pushed her against the wall of my room as our tongue met. Her hands rose to my chest then my neck and then into my hair as my hand inched under her skirt. My lips left hers and trailed towards her neck where I layed soft kisses and she moaned in delight as I reached her sweet spot. I've always had this control when it cane to Marisa but today I think I might lose it because my hand kept going deeper into her skirt

" Marisa " I called against her neck. She hummed as a response " if you don't stop now, I'd lose my control over you" I breathed against her neck as my hand cupped her ass

" Fuck control " she said as she raised my head and kissed my hard