Page 115 of Meet Me at the Metro

“Me?”

“Yes,you,” he smirks.

“What did I do?”

“I can’t get you off my mind.Ever. You’re all-consuming. I’m starting to think you’re a damn witch.”

“Maybe I am. What would you think of me then?”

“I’d think you’re the sweetest fucking witch I’ve ever known.” He repositions me so that my legs straddle him and brings his mouth near my ear. “And I think I’d probably let you cast whatever spells you wanted to on me.”

I lose every ounce of control that was in my body seconds ago when his tongue runs along my neck.

“Teddy…” I attempt to fight every hormonal urge inside of me as his mouth drags along my skin. “Someone could walk in.”

“We’ll give them a show then.”

I can’t say that I’m disappointed with that response either because how his lips feel on me right now is clouding my mind so thoroughly that I can’t even think straight—I can only react.

So naturally, I find my hips moving in tandem with his, desperate for more pressure as he laces his fingers into my hair. Before I can even stop myself, my greedy mouth finds his, kissing him as if every worry I had a moment ago ceased to exist. Clutching onto my waist, he pushes me down further against him until I can discernjusthow turned on he is right now.

“We shouldn’t do this here again,” I whimper.

“So now you want to be a good girl, do you?”

Oh, my freaking God.

I blush. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”he smirks, placing an all-but-innocent kiss along my jawline as he presses himself against me—again. “You don’t want me calling you a good girl?”

He grips the nape of my neck and grazes his teeth along my skin in a cruel tease. I could cry with how good it feels—how hard he’s making it to pull away right now. I let out a groan that’s half-frustration and half-pleasure, and he chuckles.

“You want me to stop, pretty thing? I will if you want me to. Just say the words.”

I say absolutely nothing.

So he continues, kissing me like there isn’t a single person on this campus besides us. Claiming me with his mouth until—

“Am I interrupting something?”

I jump off of Theo instantly, my panicked heart racing as I stand and turn to find his stepmom, Kimberley, eying the two of us from the doorway.

“Mrs. Pearson. I–I’m so sorry. We,umm—were just—”

She holds up a palm, and I take my cue to be quiet and smooth down my disheveled hair.

“Theo left out how close the two of you were when he came and asked me to sort out your schedule.”

“I didn’t think I had an obligation to tell you,” he bites back, abruptly rising from the piano bench. He doesn’t spare her a single glance as he gathers up his things.

There’s a long—long—beat of silence.

“No, I guess not.” Returning her attention to me, she inquires, “How are you enjoying your new class, Ellie?”

“I love it,” I skittishly answer. “Thank you so much for helping me with that, by the way. I—”

“Do you need something, Kim? Or did you come all the way here for small talk?”

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