Page 47 of Harmony

“There’s no one at this school worth dating. You’re better off. Wait until college. You’ll have better options.”

“You think? They won’t look at me weird for being inexperienced?”

I shrug. “Most people would tell you to wait until you meet someone special, but I did, and he dumped me after my parents died. So I would suggest you wait until you feel it’s right. If he has a problem with you not being experienced, then he’s not the right one.”

“You’re so smart. I’ll see you in fourth?”

“Yep. Stay out of trouble,” I tease her.

“You’re the troublemaker,” she quips back.

“Haha,” I joke, walking away from her.

The first two periods of the day go by slowly. I’m itching to see what Nate wants. As much as I know I need to keep my distance, there’s this part of me that wants him close. I want to touch him again. Not saying that’s what he’s planning. I’m sure I should be smarter than this. He’s probably planning something bad.

Still, I want to go.

As soon as the bell rings, I drop my things off at my locker, making my way to the gym. I duck inside and give my excuse to my physical education teacher.

It’s always funny to see a grown man look uncomfortable at the mention of period cramps. He easily waves me off to the nurse.

Instead, I head to the art room. Once there, I see the lights off. Stepping inside, I look around at the empty room.

“Glad you could make it. Get away from the door.” His tone is dark and gravelly.

I make my way to the back, where he is standing outside the door to the supply room. It’s not huge, but it’s where the art teacher stores all the extra supplies and the kiln for clay projects. Once I’m close enough, he reaches out, pulling me into the room, closing the door behind us. The room is dark, no light to be seen.

“What are you doing, Nate?” I ask as my eyes adjust to the dark.

“Shh. Don’t ruin this for me.”

I want to ask what, but before I can, he moves closer, his lips brushing against my cheek.

“I want to feel your pussy convulse around me, squeezing me so tight I can’t help but burst,” he rasps, making my legs go weak.

I want that too. Obviously, my body is in agreement as I feel heat spread to my center.

“We shouldn’t be doing this, Nate. You hate me,” I say softly.

“You hate me too. So the fuck what. Keep your mouth shut and let me fuck you silly. You know you want to,” he says as he bites my neck, making me moan.

“Nate, we can’t.”

“We can. It can be our little secret.”

My arguments are fleeing my mind as his hands brush up my ribs, the feeling spreading through my body. I want this so bad it hurts.

“This is the last time,” I murmur as he kisses down my chest, his hands unclipping my bra.

“Whatever you say, Comet,” his voice rumbles against my chest.

My heart swells at the use of the nickname only he uses for me. Fuck, I’ve missed hearing it.

He lifts my shirt, stripping it off before tossing my bra on the floor beside it. Then his mouth is there at my breasts. First, he kisses every inch of each of them before finally pulling one taut nipple into his mouth. I gasp at the sensation, my hands tangling in his hair to keep him close to me. One of his hands plucks and pinches the other nipple in tune, with his mouth biting and sucking until I feel like I might come just from his ministrations.

He switches up, his mouth kissing and nipping my skin until he reaches the other breast before starting all over again.

I arch my back, needing to get closer to him. The ache between my legs growing by the second, making me feel feverish. I need him in a way I have never needed another person in my life. I feel like if I don’t have him soon, I might die from this ache.

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