5

I pushed off the wall the second Felicity appeared. Mondays she stayed behind after school for book club.

Fucking book club. It sounded like something my grandma would have enjoyed if she were alive.

“Jason?” Her mouth fell open when she spotted me, those big sea-green eyes widening to saucers. “What are you—”

“Let’s go, Giles,” I said, trying to keep it as impersonal as possible. My dick had other ideas though, traitorous motherfucker, stirring to life the second my hand clasped around her tiny wrist. Remembering how it had felt to pin them above her head while I slid inside her, making her cry out my name.

“Go? Go where?” She huffed indignantly. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“You think you have a choice?” I dragged her around the side of the building toward the gym. It was quiet, just like I knew it would be.

“Jason,” she hissed, trying to yank free of my grip. But I kept walking, refusing to do this out in the open where anyone could walk by and see us.

Shouldering the door to