Page 42 of The Devastation You Reap
"What did you have planned for the night?"
My lips part but I hesitate because my plans make me sound like the most boring person on campus.
"Party for one with my chips and law assignment."
"You really know how to party," he says with a smile. "When's it due?"
"T-the assignment?"
"Yeah."
"Umm… in four weeks."
"And you're doing it tonight?"
"Well, it was assigned today and—"
I cut my words off when his smile only gets wider.
"You're cute."
"I'm not. I'm focused. I've got plans, and I want to stay ahead."
"I noticed." He nods toward my cell, or more importantly, the quote I'm sure he read that's my screensaver.
I know that most people usually have a photo of friends or family on theirs, but seeing as I'm mostly lacking both, I went with a reminder of what I'm trying to achieve.
"I know you think I'm boring. But I—"
"I don't," he says, reaching for my hand and pulling me onto the bed with him.
My heart jumps into my throat as he sits me across his lap and places his giant hands on my denim-clad thighs.
"I don't think you're boring, Red. I think you're dedicated and passionate. I like that."
His hands slide up to my waist, slipping under the fabric of my shirt and burning my bare skin.
"Leon," his name rips from my lips as a moan. A plea, maybe.
"Don't apologize for being you, Red."
His fingers tighten against me with his words and I melt.
Sitting forward, he brushes his lips against mine.
"I need to study too," he confesses, "but I was planning something much more… hands on than a law textbook."
His tongue delves past my lips as I suck in a shocked gasp and I'm powerless but to respond despite the fact my body is damn near trembling with nerves.
I don't do this. I don't have boys in my room.
I don't—
"Oh God," I sigh when he kisses down my neck and sucks on this spot that makes my entire body erupt in goose bumps.
"L-Leon," I stutter, fighting like hell to keep my head and not let my body take over this situation.
Pressing my hands to his chest, I push lightly and he pulls back.
