You were heading down the school steps toward your motorcycle when someone shoved you lightly against the wall beside the stairs. Specifically your girlfriend shoved you lightly against the wall.

“Hey,” Lottie murmured, her hand planted on your chest.

You laughed softly, tilting your head back so your nose brushed hers. “Hey.”

“Guess what?” she whispered, her eyes dipping to your lips before she reached into her bag and pulled out a folded sheet of paper.

“What?” you whispered back, watching her unfold it. She pointed at the grade.

“I got a C on my French exam,” Lottie announced with a proud grin.

“You did? Hey, that’s-good job!” you said, smiling as you glanced from the paper to her eyes.

“Good job? That’s all I get?” she whispered, stepping closer and lowering the paper.

“What do you want?” you murmured, your gaze flicking to her mouth. She chuckled and leaned in until your noses brushed.

“Forget a ‘good job.’ I want a kiss.”

You laughed under your breath, then leaned forward and gave her a quick, soft peck. She hummed and immediately tried to follow your lips when you pulled back.

“We’re in public, Matthews,” you murmured, resting a hand on her stomach to stop her from crowding closer.

She inhaled and leaned into your touch. “Then come over to my place,” she whispered, nudging your nose with hers.

“Now?” Your thumb brushed slow circles against her shirt. She nodded, chewing her lower lip.

“Now. Ride behind me,” she said, nodding toward your helmet.

“I’ll get there faster,” you teased, sliding your hand to her waist and giving a gentle squeeze.

“Maybe,” she said, amused, “but I know you’ll stop and buy me new cigarettes and some chocolate.”

You raised a brow. “Is that a request or a demand?”

Lottie laughed, resting her hand over yours on her waist before removing it and stepping back. “You choose.” She began walking toward her car, blowing you a playful kiss.

You returned it before pushing off the wall. Once she drove off, you jogged to your bike and started it up.

You stopped for the things she wanted, then parked beside her car and knocked on her front door. One of the house staff answered and directed you to the kitchen. Lottie was there getting a drink. She spotted the bag and smirked grabbing your hand and pulled you upstairs, straight to her room. As soon as the door closed, she tugged your helmet from your hand, tossed it onto the bed, and turned back toward you with a mischievous grin—then pressed her palms to your shoulders, pinning you lightly against the door.

“Still want that kiss” she mumbled as she smiled before hand slid up to your cheek and lips pressed against yours before you could say anything making you drop the bag so hands could cup her face and kiss her back.