“Hey.”Leah looked up from her notes, startled.Victoria was standing across the table, arms folded beneath her chest, casting a shadow over the open textbook like she owned the whole damn library.The room was quiet..very quiet. Just the sound of pages turning in the distance and the faint hum of the overhead lights. They were alone.Leah’s stomach dipped.She was used to Victoria’s passive-aggressive jabs, the lingering glares, the hushed whispers behind her back. But lately, the vice-president’s disdain had grown teeth…sharp, bold, deliberate.Leah stared up timidly. “Can I help you?”Victoria’s lips curled into a slow, satisfied smirk. The kind that said she already knew something you didn’t.“What do you have with the school president?”Leah blinked. “W-What?”“I said…what’s going on between you and Eden?” Victoria repeated, folding her arms tighter across her chest. Her breasts strained against her cropped varsity jacket…eye-catching, but not quite as full as Leah’s beneath her
“Fuck, Eden… that feels so good,” Victoria moaned, breath hitching as her thighs clamped tighter around his head.Eden didn’t stop. His tongue worked her over with slow, deliberate strokes…flicking, circling, then flattening against her clit like he knew exactly how to drive her insane. And he did.He groaned into her, the vibration making her hips jerk. She ground down harder, riding his face with reckless abandon, fingers buried in his dark curls.It had been too damn long since this.Too long since Eden had touched her like this…since he’d buried his face between her legs and made her unravel. Not since Leah came into the picture. Not since he’d started acting like some lovesick schoolboy, chasing shadows and skipping out on their nights together.But tonight, she’d reminded him.Reminded him what he used to crave.Reminded him what he used to taste like on her tongue.Before Leah, this was normal. Routine. Victoria’s legs over his shoulders, his mouth worshipping her like sin was
It had been two days.Two entire days without Leah. Without her voice, her eyes, without so much as a glance in his direction.Eden noticed it instantly. She'd gone back to that version of herself…the quiet shadow girl, swallowed up in baggy clothes and silence, always slipping out of sight the second he entered a room.And it drove him absolutely insane.When he walked into the lecture hall that evening for their shared English class, his eyes found her immediately…curled up at the farthest corner, buried in her oversized sweater like she wanted to disappear.No.Not this time.Eden made his way straight down the row and stopped beside the girl sitting next to Leah.“Mind switching?” he asked casually.The girl blinked at him..flushed..and stammered out a yes before grabbing her things and moving without a second thought.He dropped into the seat beside Leah.She didn’t look at him.“Leah.”Silence.Eden exhaled slowly, jaw ticking. The room buzzed with low chatter; the professor was
“You left your phone again..” Victoria entered the room. She handed over Eden's phone to him.He looked calm and collected but his shirt was disheveled. He sat at the edge of the table, arms folded across his chest.“You okay?” Victoria asks walking closer to Eden as her fingers suddenly trailed the exposed skin of his chest under his uniform “I'm fine, you can leave now.” Eden said.He wished Victoria would leave right away so he could continue with Leah who was now hiding under the table.“I miss you, It's been so long I had a nice orgasm.” Victoria said kissing the crook of Eden's neck Eden gently pried her off. But she wouldn't stop. She kissed him and he kissed her back. If this was what he needed to do for her to leave then fine.They kissed,sloppy and for a few minutes before Eden was finally able to get rid of her.When the door locked behind her and her footsteps faded away, Leah crawled out from under the table adjusting her sweater.Eden moved behind her and tried to fon
Eden leaned against the back of the Student Council garden room, legs stretched out, arms folded. The room was empty except for the hum of the ceiling fan and the faint scent of disinfectant. But his mind wasn’t here.He was waiting. For her.The hard throb between his thighs was already forming, thick with memory. A memory he hadn’t told a single soul. A memory that played on loop in his head so vividly, he could nearly taste it.Two weeks ago. Late. The campus library was supposed to be closed.He had come back for his phone, forgotten on the student council table during a late-night prep for the charity gala.As he passed through the darkened hallway, a sound caught his attention.A gasp.Not just any gasp…soft, breathy, desperate. And it came from one of the private study rooms at the far end.Curious, he slowed his pace.The door was cracked. Just slightly.He should’ve walked away. Should’ve minded his business. But something about that sound hooked into him, deep and low.He pe
Leah"Eden... oh God..."She whimpered under the covers, her thighs pressed tightly together, toes curled as another rush of heat spread through her belly. The early morning sun bled lazily through the curtains of her tiny dorm room, but Leah Valley was too deep in her dream to notice.In the dream, she was sprawled out over Eden Prescott’s student council desk, her sweater ripped halfway open, his mouth at her chest, his voice dark and gravelly as he growled her name like a secret. She had on her knee-high socks and nothing else. His fingers were between her legs, stroking her until she writhed.Her hips lifted off the bed as she rubbed herself through her panties, gasping quietly into her pillow. "I need you... Eden..."This was the third time that week. Maybe fourth. She'd lost count. Leah tried not to think about it during the day, about how embarrassingly obsessed she was with the school president, how often her fingers found her heat in the dark just thinking about his hands, hi