Page 62 of Fast Break
“Kiss me, Quinn,” I say.
He reaches up to cup my face and I melt into him, his thumb tracing my cheekbone. Then he closes the gap between us and kisses me. We’re at the late session so I’m not worried about kids being around as Quinn pushes his tongue into my mouth and I open for him, loving kissing him so openly and freely like this.
Dark and secluded as we are I still feel a rush when his hand drops from my face to clasp onto the top of my thigh, concealed under the blanket.
I feel wild and free, like I’m living someone else’s life and it’s one I want to reach out and grab with both hands. And never let go.
Just me, making out with the most beautiful boy in the world under a blanket of stars.
CHAPTER 22
quinn
Ispend Sunday afternoon scrapping to finish my Legal Studies assignment. I’d reluctantly dropped JT back home after taking him to basketball training earlier and ended up sitting in the stadium, watching as the coach drilled the team. Trey is right, JT is definitely Coach’s favourite which sure had me smiling. There’s just something about JT and I’m glad I’m not the only one affected.
I can’t stop thinking about him. I hope he’s okay back home with his family where I expect he’ll be getting a punishment he does not deserve. Where I can’t be there to stand up for him the way hedoesdeserve.
I sigh as I try to concentrate on my paper. I know I only have myself to blame but honestly JT is such a draw to me that I know I’ll always choose him over studying. But now I’m in a pickle because I need this grade to be good and I had originally anticipated having the entire weekend to work on my assignment.
Do I have any regrets as to how I spent my weekend instead? Spending time at the duck pond with JT? Our first real date at the restaurant and later at the cinema under the stars? Our two nights spent wrapped up in each other? That would be a big fat no.
JT is fast becoming everything to me. I’m aware that the timing of this relationship is probably not the best with final exams looming on the horizon, but I can’t stop it now. I’m addicted to him.
Especially since he brought up having sex on Saturday night. To absolutely nobody’s surprise, that is now all I can think about. Hell, I’ve been thinking about it for weeks but now I know it’s something JT actually wants I’m kind of wondering how I’m supposed to hold back the reins on this thing before it gets out of control.
Then again, is it really just on me to hold it back? I know I told JT I was keeping things slow for both of our benefits, but I know I’m really doing it for his. If he wants to progress things between us, then what’s really the hold up?
Ah, moral dilemmas. They’re really not helping me focus on this assignment. I have, of course, chosen the most difficult subject to focus on and now I’m feeling just a tinge of regret. A review on the ethos of legal pluralism was really not the wisest choice to make but I guess I hadn’t expected my head to be so full of JT when I’d started down this path.
I sigh and pull my textbook and the various articles I need towards me, knowing I have a long night ahead of me if I want to get the grade I need for this subject.
***
I am exhausted by the time Monday morning rolls around and I regret that Jace no longer brings me coffees to start my day. Although that is undoubtedly for the best, but I do feel every minute of the midnight oil I burned last night as I traipse into science class that morning. JT is already there, and I feel his sweet gaze land on me as I take the seat beside him.
“Morning,” I say, stifling a yawn.
“Hey,” he replies, concern taking over his excitement to see me. “Did you stay up all night studying?”
I shrug, not wanting to make him feel bad. “Had a Legal Studies assignment due today.”
JT’s shoulders slump. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken up all your time on the weekend.”
“You have absolutely nothing to apologise for. You know I wanted to spend the weekend with you.”
“I know but I feel like I’m not upholding my end of the agreement with your mum. The one about putting school first.”
“Oh really?” I smirk, leaning in closer. “I thought you meant the one about safe sex.”
His cheeks darken which was my plan all along and he shoots me a heated glare. “You know exactly what I meant.”
“I did. I just wanted to see you squirm.”
“You’re mean,” he grumps back at me.
“And you’re so cute when you’re flustered.”
Mr Peters enters the classroom then and we quieten down. “Mr Sterling,” I hear him sigh, pleased it’s not myMr Sterlinghe’s addressing. “I have left my patience hat at home today. Please do not test me.”
