Mag-log inThe gym is packed with students, all crammed together on the bleachers. The Principal stands at the front, adjusting his glasses and tapping the mic to get our attention. I’m half-listening, feeling the buzz of anticipation ripple through the room. Exams start in two days, and after that, an eight-week summer break.
Nathan nudges me gently with his shoulder. “You ready?” he whispers, his voice low so no one else hears.
I glance at him, giving a small shrug. “Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.” But it’s more than exams that are weighing on my mind. Liam. Vince. My mom’s odd behavior this morning. It’s like I’m balancing a thousand things in my head, each one demanding attention.
The Principal clears his throat again, and I focus on his voice as he lays out the usual exam rules. Phones are off and away during tests, and there is no talking or wandering around. Cheating means automatic failure, and apparently, they've got extra proctors this year to “ensure academic i
It’s Monday morning — that grey, sleepy kind of morning where the air still feels heavy from the weekend. I’m half awake, bag slung over my shoulder, hair barely cooperating, when I step outside and freeze.He’s there.Liam.Leaning against his car like he owns the world, black hoodie pulled up, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a cup of coffee. The street is quiet except for the faint hum of engines and early-morning birds but somehow, everything feels louder when I see him.My heart skips. My breath does that stupid fluttering thing it always does around him.“What are you doing here?” I ask, trying to sound casual, but my voice betrays me, too thin, too curious.He smiles, slow and deliberate. “I’m taking you to school today.” He pauses, his eyes glinting. “And every other day from now on.”I blink at him, caught between laughing and panicking. “I
I flip onto my back taking her with me. I look up at her and move her legs to my side making her straddle me. I don't think she realizes it but she grinds her pussy into me and I smile. Her mind might be fighting with her but her body wants me.I quickly sit up and go in foe the kill with a wet kiss. I plunge my tongue into her mou, making her moan as I fuck her mouth with mine.I tighten my arm around her waist, drawing her in until I can feel her heartbeat through the thin fabric between us. Her skin is warm, her hair brushes my jaw, and everything in me aches - not with hunger, but with something gentler, deeper.She calls out my name softly when I break the kiss and I kiss her neck, I mean to be careful, light. Just enough to let her know I’m there. But she breathes in sharply, and I feel her hand sl







