You're fake dating your enemy because of your toxic ex. Surprisingly enough, this whole thing was enemy's idea. Now after school he's at your house. perfectly enough you guys were already glued by your teacher as partners for a project anyways. Then your phone dings. He naturally checked it and scoffed,"Guess who it is."

Your eyes met his, homework forgotten. "Is it him again?"

"He wants to know exactly 'what the fuck' you're doing with me."

You flip your hair over, sighing. "He's twisted."

"No," he replied. "He's just asking a question I have no issue letting you give him an answer to."

Your brows dip. "what do you mean?"

After tossing your phone to yου, noticing your camera was on, he slanted a devilish grin up his lips.

"Lie on your back, get the camera ready, and gimme your thigh, love."

Reluctantly so, you oblige. Lying down and giving him your thigh. His large hand takes and cups it, his fingers pinching the fat of it as he hides his face in it.

The defined cut of his jawline emphasized while doing so.

And it's when your body ripples this indescribable sensation across your body as you suck breaths.

Feeling the lave of his tongue across your inner thigh as he grips it, tugging you closer to him.

Another ding sounds and you glance at the message with gasped breathes, from your ex.

He deepened a lingering kiss on you. "Don't keep him waiting, sweet girl."