From Hate to Love
I turned my head to look at him, he was busy reading a blasted Geography textbook, using his other hand to trace some coordinates on a map, did he think my thighs were some map
“Cyrus? What are you doing? ’I whispered but he ignored me, continuing the movements of his hands on my skin under the table
In reply, his hands pricked my skin, sending a mixture of pain and pleasure through my veins, he rubbed my legs more now, the sensation almost let me let out a whimper, I covered my lips in time.
All the while, Anne sat across me unsuspecting, she had improvised the non-literature rule to reading a literature textbook instead, she had her head buried, nosedived into the book. The table was tight
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