Page 56 of The Rivals' Touch

Her hair smells of coconut shampoo. I want to breathe her in and find out for myself if her long strands are as soft as they look.

“I don’t get you!”

Her lips twitch as she picks up her pen and writes notes on the paper in front of her. “Good.”

“You’re a bitch to me one minute, and you make me come the next. Then you’re back to being a bitch, and now you’re nice again?”

“I can be a bitch all the time, if you would prefer?”

I watch her write. Her handwriting is neater than mine. But then again, everything about her is more refined.

The fact I’m dressed in a Led Zeppelin t-shirt and jeans shorts proves my point. “I think it would make more sense.”

She doesn’t stop writing as she says, “I have an image to uphold. You arrive here from Hedgewood—our main rival—and instantly catch the attention of Zayd and Jacob, the most popular guys at school. I can’t just roll over.”

The ink dries out, and she shakes the pen.

“You cut your nails.”

She suppresses a smile and writes her name on the top of the page. “I plan on fucking you later.”

I’m stunned into silence, watching her fill the page with her cursive handwriting.

She looks up from her paper and sweeps her hazel eyes over my face before settling on my parted lips. “I’ve written my ideas down. It’s your turn.”

“What?”

She taps her pen on the blank page in my notebook. “Read the questions and then write your answers so we can compare notes.”

My eyes flit down to the book. “Oh.”

She smirks, snaking her hand underneath the desk and trailing her fingers over the inside of my thigh. “Question one, is humanity doomed to head in a destructive direction?”

As she trails her touch dangerously close to my throbbing pussy, I hold my breath.

“Yes,” I whisper, grabbing hold of her wrist under the desk.

Her eyes are on my lips. “Why?”

“I have a boyfriend.”

“Question two.” She pulls her wrist free and slides her fingers along my core over my jeans shorts. “Will the world come to an end by human hands?”

I suppress a moan as she grinds the heel of her palm against my pussy. My trembling voice is barely audible. “Yes…”

She smiles, her eyes glued to my mouth. “Question three. Is there intent behind every action?”

I wet my lips, fighting the urge to roll my hips. “You tell me, Legacy?”

“I think there is.”

“Yeah?”

She rubs me through my jeans in slow, steady circles that drive me insane. “Right now, I intend to make you wet.”

I look around me to make sure no one is watching. “Well, it’s working!”

“Relax. No one is paying attention to us.”

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