guard. I kept telling myself my reaction to Noah was physical. Finding out otherwise opened up doors I thought I’d locked and nailed shut almost six years ago.
His free hand came up, his rough, calloused fingers running across my cheekbone as he cupped my cheek and rubbed his thumb along my lower lip. “You still stand out from everyone around you, you know that? The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
My eyes stung. My nose burned. I remembered his touch and the passion in his eyes every time he looked at me like it was yesterday. It was like we’d jumped back in time, before it all ended so badly. I didn’t know what I wanted more, for him to be quiet or to keep talking. It was as though I had no sense of self-preservation whatsoever.
I felt myself leaning closer, dangerously closer, as my breathing grew erratic. Something was happening between us, I knew it. Something I had a strong feeling there was no coming back from. His eyes flared with heat. His pupils dilated until the black threatened to overrun the amber. He opened his mouth to speak, but before the words could come out, the door opened with a loud creak, shattering the moment we were so close to having like a delicate piece of china.
“Hey guys,” I heard just as I pulled away from Noah, yanking my hand from his grasp. “How’s it going?” I turned to see Kevin Cinders, one of the biology teachers, walk into the room, his gate carefree, like he hadn’t just interrupted something potentially epic.
I heard a low growl rumble up from Noah’s chest as he glared at the back of the man like he wanted to eviscerate him on sight. It was all too much, too intense, too passionate. The air in the room had grown so thick I had trouble breathing.
“Well, thanks for the coffee,” I sputtered as I shot from the chair, sending it screeching across the floor. “I’ll see you guys later.”
I felt Noah’s eyes burning into me as I scrambled for the door but I didn’t dare look back.
I was in way over my head.
Harlow was avoiding me. It had been a week since the situation in the break room where I was pretty damn certain she was about to kiss me. And God knew it was taking everything in me not to throw her down on that piece of shit laminate table and rip her clothes off.
For the past week she’d done everything in her power not to be alone in a room with me. If I was the only one in the teacher’s lounge, she would turn and walk right out. She made certain to keep as many buffers between us as humanly possible, whether they were people, or just an infinite amount of space. Hell, I’d even seen her eating lunch in her fucking truck one day. All in order to avoid my presence. I had never wanted to kill someone more than I wanted to kill Kevin Cinders that day. And I wouldn’t have felt any guilt over it either.
I knew she wanted me. Every bone in my goddamned body ached to feel her pressed against me, under me, on top of me, however I could have her just as long as my cock was buried deep inside her and she was moaning my name the way she used to.
Sweet Christ, I fucking craved her.
And I was done letting her hide from me.
It was her off-period and her car was still in the parking lot so I knew she was still at the school, but seeing as she wasn’t in the cafeteria, the lounge, or her classroom, I knew just where I’d find her. It was somewhere I’d found her many times back when we were together. She had told me once it was her quiet place. It was the one room she could go into and forget about everything—no problems, no drama, no stress existed for her when she was in there.
It had been years since I’d gone into that room, and in that time, I’d forgotten about all the good memories I had in there with Harlow. Not only was it her quiet place, but it was also our secret make out spot after school would let out.
I spun the rotating light-tight door and stepped into the opening, momentarily blanketed in darkness as the door finished
His free hand came up, his rough, calloused fingers running across my cheekbone as he cupped my cheek and rubbed his thumb along my lower lip. “You still stand out from everyone around you, you know that? The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
My eyes stung. My nose burned. I remembered his touch and the passion in his eyes every time he looked at me like it was yesterday. It was like we’d jumped back in time, before it all ended so badly. I didn’t know what I wanted more, for him to be quiet or to keep talking. It was as though I had no sense of self-preservation whatsoever.
I felt myself leaning closer, dangerously closer, as my breathing grew erratic. Something was happening between us, I knew it. Something I had a strong feeling there was no coming back from. His eyes flared with heat. His pupils dilated until the black threatened to overrun the amber. He opened his mouth to speak, but before the words could come out, the door opened with a loud creak, shattering the moment we were so close to having like a delicate piece of china.
“Hey guys,” I heard just as I pulled away from Noah, yanking my hand from his grasp. “How’s it going?” I turned to see Kevin Cinders, one of the biology teachers, walk into the room, his gate carefree, like he hadn’t just interrupted something potentially epic.
I heard a low growl rumble up from Noah’s chest as he glared at the back of the man like he wanted to eviscerate him on sight. It was all too much, too intense, too passionate. The air in the room had grown so thick I had trouble breathing.
“Well, thanks for the coffee,” I sputtered as I shot from the chair, sending it screeching across the floor. “I’ll see you guys later.”
I felt Noah’s eyes burning into me as I scrambled for the door but I didn’t dare look back.
I was in way over my head.
Harlow was avoiding me. It had been a week since the situation in the break room where I was pretty damn certain she was about to kiss me. And God knew it was taking everything in me not to throw her down on that piece of shit laminate table and rip her clothes off.
For the past week she’d done everything in her power not to be alone in a room with me. If I was the only one in the teacher’s lounge, she would turn and walk right out. She made certain to keep as many buffers between us as humanly possible, whether they were people, or just an infinite amount of space. Hell, I’d even seen her eating lunch in her fucking truck one day. All in order to avoid my presence. I had never wanted to kill someone more than I wanted to kill Kevin Cinders that day. And I wouldn’t have felt any guilt over it either.
I knew she wanted me. Every bone in my goddamned body ached to feel her pressed against me, under me, on top of me, however I could have her just as long as my cock was buried deep inside her and she was moaning my name the way she used to.
Sweet Christ, I fucking craved her.
And I was done letting her hide from me.
It was her off-period and her car was still in the parking lot so I knew she was still at the school, but seeing as she wasn’t in the cafeteria, the lounge, or her classroom, I knew just where I’d find her. It was somewhere I’d found her many times back when we were together. She had told me once it was her quiet place. It was the one room she could go into and forget about everything—no problems, no drama, no stress existed for her when she was in there.
It had been years since I’d gone into that room, and in that time, I’d forgotten about all the good memories I had in there with Harlow. Not only was it her quiet place, but it was also our secret make out spot after school would let out.
I spun the rotating light-tight door and stepped into the opening, momentarily blanketed in darkness as the door finished
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