6

I drag my feet between two classes, not really knowing what to do with my free time, judging that I have studied enough these last few days and that my brain will end up exploding if I open just one more book. So I'm wandering the halls, nose on my phone, when someone expressively clears their throat before stopping in front of me, blocking my way. Even before raising my head, I already know it's Kylian, whom I hadn't seen for over a week.

-Hi beauty, he smiled at me with toothy, visibly in a good mood. Where do you drag your pretty little ass like that?

-In the refectory, I was going to have a coffee, I decided on the spot.

-Good idea. Can I invite myself?

-If you want.

I shrug casually, picking up the pace. He doesn't try to argue, but continues to smile like a fool while staying by my side.

We meet a group of boys who call out to greet him. They shake hands or offer hugs, as well as some mostly childish and sexual friendly jokes before patting each other on the back. I subtly roll my eyes, not understanding why everyone is laughing so much, and we resume our silent walk to the cafeteria.

- So honey, what's up since the last time? he finally raises once our coffee in hand, installed on an outdoor table.

-Routine. Classes, reviews, classes, reviews. And you ?

-The same. I had quite a few exams this week, so I didn't have much time to run after you, he leaves me peacefully, swallowing a sip as I almost choke on one. What ? You look uncomfortable all of a sudden.

-At all !

Foolishly, I pull myself up to my full height to look convincing. It makes him laugh, obviously not believing a word of it.

- How's your arm? I relaunched to make him forget that, yes, he makes me slightly uncomfortable.

We still kissed! And incidentally, he also told me that he really wanted me. How am I supposed to behave naturally around him after this?

- Let's go, he answers me. But I would really need a nurse to help me take my shower and get dressed...

He gives me a suggestive raised eyebrow that makes me chuckle.

-The one who came to get you to pass your X-ray at the hospital would not have said no, seeing how she devoured you with her gaze.

- Have you noticed too? What do you want, darling angel face...

He takes a model-style break on the cover of a magazine, which makes him even sexier, oddly. Like a real magazine model but in the flesh.

- But to tell the truth, I had another idea in mind, he continues, smiling.

-Oh yes ? Which ? I played the mijaurées, the heart which beats a little too fast for my taste.

-You. A much too short white blouse and garter belts.

-Garter belts? I laughed. How useful would it be to help you wash and dress?

-Nothing, but you would be downright horny like that!

We burst out laughing, but his suddenly stops when his gaze lands in the distance on my back. I follow her gaze, finding Kevin and Megan chatting. I wince when I realize what made him change his mood so drastically, while he pretends nothing while swirling the stirrer in his cup.

-You have spoken to him ? I tried, not sure he wanted to start this subject.

-Whose ? To the one who spread her thighs or to the one for whom she did it?

I look away, regretting having started this conversation, which is obviously still so difficult for him to have. He blasely shakes his head, staring at the place where the two lovers were discussing, before each going their own way.

-I saw them both, he decides to confide in me all the same. But there's nothing to say about them, they're not worth bothering with.

My gaze meets his, which he quickly lowers as if he wanted to prevent me from seeing the truth, but it's too late. Obviously, one of the two is worth enough to torture his mind with this story. Instinctively, I would like it to be Kevin rather than his pseudo ex-girlfriend, before realizing that it is a purely jealous reflex.

Great.

-Kyle?

I almost jump when Kevin comes up to us, stopping at what seems like a safe distance. I glance over at Kyle, completely tense.

-Hi Cam, his best or ex best friend smiled weakly at me.

"Hi," I smile at him, just as weakly despite my effort.

I pull away a little, hesitating to go straight away from here before things get out of hand. Except a part of me refuses to let go of Kyle, who gives me a silent, meaningless look.

Did he just ask me to stay with him?

- Hmm, can we talk? asks Rabbit, clearly uncomfortable with the situation.

-Discuss ? We have nothing more to say to each other. Fuck you, okay?

The poor guy gives me a sideways glance, while I give him a sympathetic grimace. However, I can't really support it. He still slept with the same girl as his best friend. In the honor code of friendship, it's a pretty irreversible betrayal.

-Please old man, I have to talk to you, he insists. I'm not going to do that here...

He points to me more or less subtly, making it clear to Kyle that he doesn't want to have this personal conversation in front of me, but Kyle apparently doesn't hear it that way.

-You can speak in front of her, she knows. Besides, everyone here knows that you're a fucking bastard who fucks his best friend's girl!

-Stop Kyle, I apologized twenty times already! I don't even see her anymore!

- Oh, you don't see each other anymore? Kyle sneers sadistically, pointing him out to me. Do you hear that Camille, he says he doesn't see her anymore.

- It's the truth man...

-We just saw you together in the parking lot! Kyle yells abruptly. Damn what the hell is your problem? Since when did it become like this between us? Are you banging my girlfriend and lying right in my face now?

I swallowed at the same time as Rabbit, clearly in bad shape.

"I just wanted to make sure she was okay," he defends himself sheepishly. After what you did last Sunday, I didn't really know what could have happened...

This time, I easily feel that my presence is no longer really wanted. And not from Kevin, but from Kyle. He looks at me, rubs the back of his neck, taking a long breath, then closes his eyes heavily before rubbing them.

"It's okay, shut up," he told her, almost in a low voice. Leave me alone Rabbit.

To my surprise, Kyle takes my hand and drags me with him I don't know where, after he's planted Kevin. His downcast look hurt me, but what else could I have done.

I pace through the gym building without saying a word, letting Kyle lead us to a room he only opens after checking around. I barely have time to stare at the place that my body is sent to be pressed against the door, and my lips are stormed by his.

-Sorry you had to witness that, he articulates between two fierce kisses, his hands wandering all over me. I really fucking want you.

-Uh... Kyle?

-Don't stop me, you want to too, he sighs, stopping our embrace himself, his forehead resting against mine. Your skin shivers as soon as I touch it...

To illustrate his point, he gently raises the bottom of my top and caresses the skin of my bare hip with the back of his hand, sending a treacherous shiver there.

-I haven't stopped thinking about you since last weekend, he confides in me, lifting my muslin blouse more, moving his hand up along my ribs. To the taste of your lips...

His mouth comes to caress mine slowly, as if he wanted to savor it and capture the effect to never forget it.

-To the feeling that your tongue had against mine... he continues, making them meet with a disconcerting tenderness. I really, really want you, Camille.

And I don't! He knows how to find the words to tickle a woman, my panties paid the dear price.

-And you ? he asks me in a whisper, obviously knowing the answer if I believe his satisfied smile.

And me, I dream that he undresses me completely and lies down on this chest of drawers near us which, at first glance, would belong to a coach if I believe the trophies and medals scattered all over the room.

Really, I want it. I'm dying of envy ! My crotch is shattered every time his hot breath lands on my skin, or his wandering hands get under my clothes. But why ? Why him ? He is clearly not the kind of man whose company I generally enjoy, let alone the ones I have always known until now. He's rude, unrestrained, pretentious, overly personable and too many things that, unfortunately, have no negative impact on the attraction I feel for him.

-I take that for a yes, he understands, dragging me, as I fantasized, to the chest of drawers.

Finally, to tell the truth, I would have preferred him to lift me off the ground with an impatient aggressiveness to take me there, but with his cast it is hardly possible.

Not having the courage to admit it out loud, I just confirm by resuming our kiss where it left off, and quickly escalates it. I moan against him, caught in a whirlwind of deliciously intoxicating sensations.

- You have to stop doing that, my dear, he lectures me as I lift myself up to sit on the piece of furniture.

-Do what? I wondered as I helped her completely remove my top, before storming her lips again.

-That noise you make that makes me hard even more, he articulates against my mouth, while I undo the button of his jeans.

As I pull the zipper down and he nibbles on my neck, setting my body ablaze with a warm current, one of his hands slides inside my thighs and I'm glad I put on a skirt today. . All my senses are awake when the warmth of her skin finds the wetness of my crotch.

-Kyle, I breathed, envious of more than just caresses.

-Damn, I'm going to explode, he growls, shifting the fabric of my shorty.

I moaned louder when his fingers made contact with my Mount Everest but suddenly the magic disappeared. We freeze against each other when bursts of laughter ring out in the hallway, and hurried footsteps are heard in our direction.

-Shit ! Soccer practice! Kyle panics, making me come down in a hurry.

I rush to put my blouse back on, while he tries unsuccessfully to close his pants with one hand. I help him, comb my hair appropriately, running my fingers through my completely straight brown hair, and gives him a worried look.

-Natural, okay? Stay natural, he advises me before gently opening the door.

He briefly puts his head in the gap, then nods in my direction before taking my hand.

-In charge of revenge darling, I promise, he whispers to me before we go out. You know what they say, the longer you wait, the better!

I smile at him despite my embarrassment and the fear that we will be caught by the owner of this office, otherwise we risk big trouble. But I still can't realize that I have my feet on the ground again, letting myself be led by Kyle through the corridors again.

He seems perfectly in control of himself, his hand still in mine, while three boys advance straight on us and they must have seen us leave the room.

"Hey," he whispers again, still looking straight ahead, looking amused. I told you we would sleep together.

-Technically, we didn't.

- It wouldn't be long. As soon as we get out of here, believe me, the seconds will be counted.

He turns his head towards me to smile at me, then spontaneously greets the three guys that we pass, and who ultimately aren't interested for a second in us or what we were doing there.

I hesitate to revolt at the way Kyle is convinced that the two of us, sleeping together, is an inevitable end and that I have nothing to say. I hate that he's so sure of himself and that he can control my body's reactions, but he does, so it would be ungrateful of me to blame him when in truth, I don't. much to stop it.

Damn, this is completely beyond me.