Page 10 of Sinful Touch

I have been in the same class with her for weeks, and I have never seen her act this way; I have never seen her at all, actually. She is quiet and stays to herself.

But this little attitude she has around me whenever I bring up sex makes me curious.

“Have you ever been touched by a man, Liliana?” I ask, leaning forward; her eyes rapidly search mine. Most girls fall for my little swag and moves, but not her. Why?

“I don't know what this has to do with the layout for your paper, Chad,” she says, looking over my face.

Nothing, absolutely fucking nothing, which is what makes it more interesting.

I can’t just fucking sit here and talk about the layout of the paper without asking her some questions.

After all, it is a sex paper, right? The inner desires we have about someone, I am curious what she has been writing in those notebooks. I am interested to see if I am the one she has been writing about.

“Nothing, it has nothing to do with me and everything to do with you,” I confess to her.

“I’m not going to answer your questions; we need to stay on track with your paper,” she says back. I can tell she is nervous around me, or maybe it is just men in general. I haven’t figured that part out just yet.

“Why don't you let me bring to life some of those desires in your paper,” I say calmly.

“You joking, right?” She says with amusement.

I shake my head, “No, I am serious.”

“You don't know me, Chad; why in the world would you want to do that?” She says in a cautious voice.

“You female, I am a male; it is simple, really,” I confess to her. It is not because I love her or that I need her. It is that I want to get off, and hearing what she desires, I know would do just that. It is not personal. It is all fucking physical.

“Wow, you are an asshole, you know that,” She says, the amusement now gone from her voice.

“I have been called worse,” I say through gritted teeth, sitting back in my chair.

“I don't want whatever this is; you can figure out the rest on your Chad,” she says as she gets up from her chair. She grabs her books and notebooks and puts them into her bag.

She swings her bag over her shoulder and looks at me again.

She shakes her head, turns, and starts to walk around the table; I jump up from my seat and grab her arm, pulling her to my chest.

She doesn’t look at me, but her breathing increases as I lean down and place my lips against her ear. “You know you want me, Lil.”

She pulls back and looks at me. “Actually, Chad, I don't.”

My heart stops, and my stomach turns into knots from her full-blown rejection.

“No one has told me no before,” I confess to her.

“Well, now you have had a first,” She says, ripping her arm from my grip.

She starts to walk past me. “You will change your mind.”

“I doubt that,” she snaps back.

I turn and watch her quickly push the front doors open and walk out.

What the fuck just happened?

She doesn’t have a boyfriend. If she did, I would have seen her with someone, but she has been alone.

So why the fuck would she turn someone like me down? She should be jumping for joy for someone like me making a move on her.

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