The Other Side

The Other Side

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**passage subject to slight change within the book** With his name slipping repeatedly from my lips as we lay tangled in each other's limbs, I ride the wave of a dark yet exhilarating high, throwing my head back to call out his name in one last, loud, unrestrained moan. ------------ A hand suddenly covers my mouth, silencing me, and my eyes snap open, catching the final moments of my muffled cry as I realise where I am; back in the familiar classroom. Faces turn towards me, wide-eyed and shocked, some with surprise, others with something more lecherous. The tingling around my mouth tells me exactly whose hand it is. "Interesting," the source of my desire comments, removing his hand from my mouth and leaning back in his chair behind his desk, phone out. Though he appears indifferent, I can sense the hint of amusement emanating from him. The vivid fantasy evaporates, but the aftereffects linger, leaving me hot and flustered. Still seated behind my desk, I struggle to catch my breath and process what just happened. The confusion doesn't last long before alarm sets in. His quick action saved me from further embarrassment, silencing my unintentional slip before it could get worse. The looks from my classmates confirm it; I moaned his name out loud, in class, without realising it. ------------ Yasmin had everything going for her: a perfect boyfriend, top grades, and a strong faith. Life was unfolding just as she planned, until HE transferred to her school. From the moment Zean arrived, Yasmin felt an unexplainable pull toward him. As tension mounts and secrets come to light, she begins to understand that Zean is no ordinary student. His dark, commanding presence isn't just a cool kid faΓ§ade, and his arrival at Yasmin's school is for one specific purpose.
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