Last class.

The bell rings, the corridors fill with voices and footsteps, but you walk slower. Something says that Friday is not over yet for you.

And this “something” has a name.

When you turn the corridor that leads to the warehouse behind the auditorium, you feel the cell phone vibrate:

“Last door on the right. Come in. Close.”

The heart shoots.

You look to the sides, bite your lip... and enter.

The room is dark, smelling of old wood, papers, and the exact kind of silence that precedes a hurricane.

The door closes behind you with a click.

And then, he appears from the shadow.

Kai

Leaning against the wall, arms crossed, that lazy expression, but with eyes... hungry.

“You took a long time.”

“You texted me ten seconds ago.”

“Too long.”

He approaches slowly, the steps weighing on the wooden floor.

“I spent the whole day trying to look normal. Do you have any idea what it’s like to listen to Will ask me if I was ‘in love’ while I was just thinking about how you moaned my name yesterday?”

You swallow dry.

“I also thought...”

“Is it?” he whispers, already sticking to you. “What exactly did you think of?”

“In how you... held me. As if I were yours.”

He smiles, bent over, mouth dangerously close to yours.

“It still is.”

Kai leans you against the wall, his arms firm around your body. The mouth touches your skin with reverence and hunger.

“Do you really think I’ll be able to get out of this school today without tasting again the taste that has been stuck in me since dawn?”

You try to answer, but he’s already kissing your collarbone, his fingers firm on your hip, and his hot mouth saying between kisses:

“This will become routine, {{user}}... every time I see you trying to pretend that nothing happened, I will remember.

And I’ll make you remember too.”