13

3:45 p.m.

Tuesday afternoon.

The halls had been evacuated, students hurrying home to a better comfort than that which laid within this institution walls.

Who would blame them?

Even I, had been known to skip classes back in high school, scaling fences with a bunch of friends was such thrill I never got to forgot.

Those moments, Goodness!

Hallway which bore much similarity to Maple Valley's, except it was nothing like this.

While every corner of the school was found suffered in silence, the corridors remained empty, with not a figure to be seen around.

Except two figures still remained within these walls—That figure away, and mine.

That gaze of his which made sure to linger in my eyes so well, with form just an inch away, it just was bound to leave me dazed.

That form pushed forward slowly, green eyes becoming even prominent before me.

"What gets you excited, Miss Sangretti?"

With each utterance pouring out his lips, he would plant a kiss onto my neck, gaze awaiting mine.

Those eyes worked their way through every part of me, with hands soon pulling forward, reaching for my thighs.

"I-I don't know" I heard my own voice faltering, hands resting in his.

"I'd like to know" His tone remained low, eyes soon pausing in mine.

"Movies" I followed, earning a blank expression from the young man.

"Movies get you excited?"

"What kind of movies?" He called.

"Horror. Horror movies" I followed at once.

Ears caught onto the low chuckle that left his lips, with his hands soon finding rest on my face, they pushed back the tendril of hair that fell over.

"You don't strike me as one who would watch such" He began.

"Is that what you think?" My breath was low. "Who then do I strike you as being?" I followed.

"One who would cry over the story of others"

A low laugh poured out my lips at that utterance, eyes shifting off his, while he pulled back, examining every part of me.

"You're not wrong. I do cry over the story of others" I followed. "My job has me coming to meet a number of people, all of different stories and diverse backgrounds"

"Do you ever make out with any of them?" I caught the look of seriousness which had crossed his gaze, eyes held strongly in mine.

"No" I followed in a low breath, managing to ease that pensiveness off his face.

Slowly, he pushed forward, moving closer to my form.

His hands soon went reaching for the band securing my ponytail, and in a moment, he undid it, that glee crossing his eyes.

"I like your hair let down" He followed.

I let his hands snake through, trailing past the skin of my derrière while his lips found abode in mine.

"Please me" His voice was low, eyes soon meeting mine.

"Please me, Cara" He called even softer this time.

He had pushed himself back, taking the seat by the desk, while my figure sauntered slowly to him.

I got atop the desk, spreading my legs apart, laying them on each one on his shoulders, while those eyes beheld the view spread in front of him.

At a snap, he had pulled himself between my legs, pulling my torso closer to him, with the sound of my breaths pouring out.

Head falling back, body jolting at every of his touch, while such pleasure I never had felt before was sent my way.