Page 53 of Puck Block

With every message that comes in, my skin flushes hotter. I gather my hair at the nape of my neck and pull it to the side to get some air flowing.

Oh, it must be pretty good if you’re starting to sweat.

I refuse to look around the hallway again, and I absolutely willnotlook in Ford’s direction to see if that girl is still beside him, because deep down, I know I shouldn’t care.

It is good, and I definitely sweat.

Where do you touch first?

Why is this so hot? And why am I letting some random guy on a dating app turn me on? My mouth runs dry, and I break my one rule and look at Ford again. My heart slips when I find the same girl beside him.

I have no right to be jealous or, even worse…hurt. Yet, I am.

My fingers fly over the screen.

My thighs

My pulse picks up pace, and I’m determined to find my mystery guy before the night ends.

If it were me, I’d touch you there too. I’d trail a finger up each smooth leg until landing at the brim of those lacy panties I know you’re wearing.

My jeans suddenly feel too tight as I imagine the relief I’d feel if I shimmied out of them and were able to do the thing he just described.

Then what?

I ask, desperate for his answer.

His message is quick, and butterflies fly to my throat.

I’d peel them off your body and spread you wide.

I exhale and lazily scan the sea of students again because I have to know who he is.

Is that what you do next? Shove your panties past your hips and spread yourself wide so you can get yourself off?

Jesus.A delicious heat brews between my legs, and I’m suddenly thirsty.

Wouldn’t you like to know…

I tease.

I nibble on my bottom lip and try to cool myself off with a quick puff of air from my mouth. My panties are wet, and if I listen hard enough, I bet I can hear the throb between my legs.

I’d love to know.

I’d love to suck on that lip that you can’t seem to stop biting too.

I’m panting at the thought of this mysterious guy touching me. It’s the first guy I’ve had even an inkling of an attraction to, besides Ford, and I don’t even know what he looks like.

Are you nice and turned on, Taytum?

Thank God I’m leaning against the wall, because my knees are weak, and my chest screams for air.

Look at you over there. All hot and bothered in the middle of a crowded room.

I type quickly.

Are you going to do something about it?

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