17 Tempting (1)

She whipped her head around and gave me a stern expression.

"You're not running away from this," I said with a stern voice. She looked me up and down. "you're a succubus, aren't you?" I asked in nearly a whisper while looking her in the eye.

She stared at me. I can tell she was scared. I looked over my shoulder to make sure nobody was watching before turning back to her.

"Naylie tell me the truth you don't have to hide from me," I said in a whisper.

She looked at me with a fearful expression then sighed. "yeah, I am, I'm a succubus so what?" she said in a whisper. She snatched her arm out of my hand and sighed. "now leave me alone," she said sternly.

"I can't do that," I replied. I looked her in the face. "I've been having dreams about you, "I said," You wear a purple dress and dance in a field calling my name."

Her eyes grew wide and she moved her face closer to mines with a questionable look. "did the dress have a white lace pattern on the front?" she asked.

"I think so," I replied. She squinted her eyes at me.

Mr. Connor cleared his throat. "Humm Hmm". we both looked at him. "Mr. Green and Ms. Asher, I hope I'm not interrupting anything," He said harshly. I looked around the class room to see all eyes on us.

"Not at all," Naylie replied, "I was just asking for help from my partner here, I became a little lost in the lesson".

"Very well Ms. Asher, pay attention now, "He said while looking at us. She looked at me again and leaned in towards my ear. "stop doing research on me, I'm not good for you," she whispered with a troubled expression.

I looked down at the table and wrapped my fingers around hers. "neither am I", I replied. "I'm not good for anybody, I'm a troubled boy, but I still want to try and know you." I said looking her in the eye.

"Why do you say that, what did you do?" she asked. I tightened my grip around her hand.

"Something I'm not proud of, something I can get thrown in jail for," I replied. She looked at me with a questionable expression. "I've done something terrible to my once best friend," I said.

"O, I understand," she replied. She looked down with a sad expression and looked at our hands. Her face grew red and she slightly parted her lips as she gasped.

She quickly ripped her hand away and placed it on her lap. She turned her face towards the window with her cheeks as red as a rose.

I reached my hand towards her, but then the smell of honey and roses shot me in the face like a cannon. I could feel myself nearly fly out of my seat it hit me so hard.