8

Kyle and I stroll through the streets to get back to campus. I spend the trip teasing him about the fact that he finally liked Vegan cooking, which makes him laugh moderately.

-Thanks for the lunch, it was cool, I smiled at him once arrived in front of the science building, where I have my next lesson. But next time, I'm the one inviting.

- So there will be a next time?

He raises his eyebrows several times, clearly happy to hear the news. Which makes me smile, way too much.

- Yeah, we'll see, I stammered, persisting in playing the indifference.

- Stop your cinema for a bit, darling, he sneers, pulling me by the waist to stick me to him. I already told you that your body betrays you...

Like last time, he illustrates his theory by moving his hand up behind my back, to the part of my neck discovered by my dress, then his thumb caresses my cheek, which I obviously feel react to his touch.

- You said my beautiful?

-Motherfucker ! I gently pushed him away.

A burst of laughter shakes him when someone calls him from afar. He responds with a wave of his hand, then his gaze returns to me. He brings me back to him a second time, places a kiss on my temple, and whispers in my ear:

-I'm not going to say anything because you're damn hot but that, honey, is well worth a spanking. And I can't wait to give it to you.

Then he walks away, like that, with his damn dimpled smirk as a bonus. Letting his words full of promise float in the air, and resonate to the hollow of my thighs. I don't know if he's really the type to spank Christian Grey, but I think at the point I'm at, I'd be fine with letting him do whatever he wants to me.

Realizing the unhealthy thoughts that come to me, I feel myself blushing.

It's ridiculous !

I join the lab after putting on my blouse, tearing myself a smile when I think back to the famous fantasy of Kyle. Although he would surely consider this one far too long. Which forces me to imagine him trying to tear it off, upset by its length, finding me totally naked underneath.

Damn it !

I squeeze out all fantasies, put on my goggles, and join my class where Clementine is patiently waiting for me. Snapping her fingernails on the shared desk, one eyebrow arched in my direction.

-What ? I asked innocently.

The teacher starts his speech and my best friend leans over to make sure no one hears her.

-Kylian Etienne, huh?

My body stiffens when I realize she's seen us, realizing the lab windows overlook the exact spot where we were minutes ago.

-Looks like you have tons of things to tell me sweetie...

I smile weakly, caught in the face of his accusing gaze. She's going to lecture me, that's for sure.

Clem is familiar with this type of boy, which are labeled as "unseemly". Even if she constantly complains about it, it's always with a guy like that that she ends up. For a few months, until he broke her heart. She cries and swears at them for hours, making us promise not to make the same mistakes she did.

But honestly, the more time I spend with Kyle, the more I get the feeling he's nowhere near who his reputation would have him believe. Well, of course, he's fucked a good part of what's wearing a skirt here, but he's far from being the asshole we're told. At least not with me.

But I guess it's not just me. I wouldn't mind the idea though.

-Hello ? suddenly shakes me my best friend. Are you thinking of his tail? She is so huge as they say?

I glare at her before slapping her on the arm, stopping myself from laughing with her. The whole group turns to us and the teacher asks for silence. I scold my friend with a frown when she nudges me, urging me to give her an answer, which makes her roll her eyes.

She barely waits for me to close my notebook at the end of class to jump on me.

-Come on tell me ! she insists.

-I don't know, we didn't sleep together.

-Stop, do you take me for an idiot or what? I saw how he looked at you just now. It's clear that you two have done things that are not very Catholic, she giggles, pinching my buttocks while we reach the lockers where we store our blouses.

I shake my head as I begin to withdraw mine, but Kyle's voice stops me dead in my tracks.

"So far, the only non-Catholic things we've done have happened in my dreams, but I'm hopeful," he said, wrapping his free arm around my waist, pressing his chest against my back. If you have any Clementine suggestions, don't hesitate.

This mimics a grimace of disgust after staring at us, which makes Kyle laugh, and my best friend scampers off.

- So, white coat Miss? Kyle whispers, his lips on my neck.

It's suddenly hot.

I move away from him slowly to face him, and especially because I need a little distance to breathe properly again.

-Yeah, it's funny, I thought of you when I put it on, I confided to him, taking it off. But it's far too long for what you hope to do with it.

- If you're naked underneath, that's fine with me!

I laugh, squeezing out the memory of my own thoughts, the same as him apparently, and slide my glasses from my skull onto my nose to play with the branches. Simpering in front of him casually.

-If you knew the effect that glasses have on me, you wouldn't be playing that right now, honey, he growls, looking like a predator ready to attack his prey.

- Glasses, seriously? I pulled them back, holding back a choked laugh. How many fantasies do you have?

I'm putting them in the locker when he leans over her shoulder, a vicious smirk.

-Do you really want to know, or do you prefer to wait for us to put them into practice?

My crotch contracts immediately.

What the fuck is this? Two-three naughty words and my paradise goes into raptures.

I blush for the thousandth time, which still makes him smile. He closes my locker, bringing his lips to mine.

-Practice is better, he breathes before offering me a kiss.

A chaste kiss at first, rather sweet, but which slips very quickly. He moaned a "damn" as he pulled me closer to his body, his tongue playing cat-and-mouse with mine. Awakening all my senses

-Hmm, Kyle...

Without listening to me, he gently tugs on my hip to press me against the lockers, drifting his kisses into my neck.

Oh my God, I'm going to crack.

- Kyle, stop! I stopped him before I couldn't control myself anymore.

-For what ? she complains with a childish pout, making me laugh.

-Because we are in a classroom perhaps?

- There is no one left, he argues, falling back into my much too sensitive neck. You shouldn't be allowed to smell this good, it's immoral.

His hand slides along my side, then stops under the balcony of my bra, forcing me to suppress a moan not to sink.

Despite the urge in me, I push him away a second time, refusing to do this here when anyone can see us through the window or walk into class for one reason or another.

-Everyone can see us, I warned him, pointing to the large window a few meters from us, which overlooks the crowded parking lot.

He glances at it, then smiles as he looks back at me.

-Exhibitionism is not on my fantasy list. And on yours?

"If I had one, it certainly wouldn't be there," I giggled.

He places one last harmless kiss on my lips, retrieves my bag from my locker, puts his hand in mine, and drags us out of the classroom.

-I'll have to settle for accompanying you to your next lesson then, he decides, exaggerating a sulky expression.

I follow him, quietly enjoying the way he holds my hand. I never thought he was the type to walk around hand in hand with a girl, but I kind of like it. At least until we reach the crowded college hall and I realize everyone is going to see us.

And it's not long. Very quickly, several looks freeze on us and the whispers begin to fuse behind our backs, without Kyle seeming to realize it.

-Uh, Kyle...

-Hmm ?

I slow my pace, squeezing his hand, which causes him to stop completely, and frown when he notices my discomfort. I move my gaze from our intertwined hands to the full hallway, which he does in turn, slowly realizing what is happening.

When I thought he was going to panic at being put on a show for us and let go of my hand, he pulls on it, presses me against him with a mixed smile between "we don't care" and "we'll see the consequences" , and offers me a last languorous kiss under the eyes of a good number ofstudents.

- Even if they talk about us, we might as well give them something to do, he told me softly.

I want to run away imagining all eyes on us but strangely, the outside world ceased to exist when I felt him smile against my lips. Visibly proud of our demonstration.

I don't know what that means, but damn it, that kiss wasn't nothing. Passionate, sensual, imprisoning, bewitching, explicit even!

I'd swear he just marked his territory against the rest of the boys at school...