(RORY’S POV)I was having a great day, it felt like I was floating on the clouds. I was moving through the day smoothly because I could not stop thinking about last night I spent with Todd.How can I? Each time I close my eyes or try to have a moment to myself, the thought comes rushing in.I was thinking about it after me and Amanda’s last session before the end of the day.“ Hey, Rory, wait up!"I heard the voice call my name, and my stomach immediately dropped. It was John, the football captain. Amanda and I were just leaving the library, and my heart hammered in my chest. I tried to walk faster, but he was right behind me."Hey, John," I said, trying to sound casual as I turned to face him. He had that cocky, I-always-get-what-I-want smile on his face that made me want to shrink away."Why are you in such a hurry?" he asked, his eyes raking over me in a way that made me uncomfortable. I glanced around.I clutched my books tighter. "I have to get home," I replied, my voice a little
(RORY’S POV)“Rory.” Amanda’s voice made me snap out of my thoughts to face her.She had a questioning eyebrow raised at me and i managed a nervous chuckle at her. “I’m so sorry.” I said looking down at the book that was spread in front of me. This was so irresponsible of me! Right in the middle of a tutoring session, I was imagining the hot moments from last night. The moments that I shared with Todd. “Rory, you’re doing it again.” Amanda said with a sigh and this time I bit my lower lip with a sigh.“Okay. What’s going on? I noticed immediately but I was only trying to give you the benefit of the doubt.”“Oh it’s nothing.” I said shyly looking away. “I just had something on my mind.”Amanda peered closely at me and then gasped.“This is about a boy isnt it?” She wanted to know. “Don’t tell me it’s about mystery man!” She accused.“What?” I feigned but I think I made it more obvious because she immediately pushed the books away. "Rory! I know there’s something. You have been sta
(RORY'S POV)The soft morning light streamed through the window, painting the room in a gentle, golden hue. I woke up to the sound of Todd’s phone alarm, its jarring melody a rude interruption to the peaceful tranquility of the moment. He groaned and reached for it, his movements slow and deliberate.“Time to go, sleepyhead,” he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep.I blinked my eyes open, a wave of confusion washing over me. For a moment, I forgot where I was, the events of the night before a distant, dreamlike memory. But then I saw him, his tousled dark hair and sleepy blue eyes, and it all came rushing back.I smiled, a genuine, unrestrained grin that lit up my face. He returned the smile, his eyes sparkling with a familiar mischief.“Good morning, Rory,” he said, leaning in to give me a soft, tender kiss. “Ready to face the world?”I giggled, the sound light and airy. “I don’t know. I kind of like this world we’re in right now.”He chuckled, his lips brushing against mine.
(THIRD PERSON’S POV)The crisp morning air bit at the players' cheeks, a stark contrast to the sweat already slicking their foreheads. On the dewy field, the rhythmic thump of a football being kicked and the sharp whistle of Coach David cut through the silence. John, his shoulder-length golden-blonde hair tied back in a messy bun, called out commands to his teammates, his brown eyes scanning the field with an eagle's focus. As captain, he set the tone, and today, that tone was all business. They ran through drills, their movements a synchronized dance of strategy and brute force. After a final sprint that left everyone gasping for air, the coach blew his whistle long and hard."Alright, gentlemen, that's a wrap! Hydrate and hit the showers. We'll run through the new plays tomorrow."The team broke apart, their earlier intensity replaced with tired camaraderie. John grabbed his water bottle and walked with his two best friends, Marcus and Liam, toward the locker room."Man, I'm dead,"
(RORY’S POV) When I woke, the first thing I registered was the soft, rumpled linen against my cheek, and the pleasant, unfamiliar weight of an arm draped across my waist. A slow, contented sigh escaped me. My mind was already replaying the highlights of the night before, like a favorite film on loop. It wasn’t a single memory, but a collection of memories. Every flashback was a wave of pure, unfiltered feeling, crashing through me and leaving me breathless all over again.A silly, unstoppable smile tugged at the corner of my lips, and I bit down on my lower lip to stop it, but it was only a failed effort. My stomach was now a nesting place for a thousand full-winged butterflies in a dizzying swarm of joy and excitement. I had never known my own body could feel such things.A warm breath caressed the nape of my neck, and a low voice rumbled in the quiet of the room. “What are you grinning about?”I gasped, a loud, undignified sound that made me instantly flush with embarrassment. M
( TODD’S POV)My tongue traced her slowly, savoring the sweetness of her arousal. Rory gasped, her back arching off the bed as her fingers twisted in my hair-not pushing, not pulling, just clinging like I was the only thing keeping her grounded.God, she's perfect.Every soft whimper, every shudder of her thighs, every time she whispered my name like a prayer-it wrecked me.I wanted to memorize it all: the way her breath hitched when I circled her clit, the way her hips lifted in silent pleading, the way her body trembled when I sucked gently."Todd-oh!" Her voice broke, high and desperate.I groaned against her, the vibrations making her jerk. Her legs tightened around my head, but I did not stop. I couldn't. Not when she was falling apart like this, not when every flick of my tongue drew another broken sound from her lips.When her thighs started shaking uncontrollably, I knew she was close. I slid two fingers back inside her, curling them just right as my mouth worked her relentles