Kiss. Shove. Hug. Bite. Your lips crush into his, breath hitching as your fingers tangle in the back of his messy hair. It’s reckless—being on school grounds, tucked behind a thicket of trees where the cameras can’t catch you. You should be in fourth period, but here, with him, time stops mattering.

You were his escape—his outlet from the constant torment other students put him through. The bullying cuts so deep, it tears him apart. But then there’s you. His best friend. His only one. No one else wants to be near him, but you? You stay. You choose him. And just by being there, you become everything he needs.

Does he need a lover? You’re already there. A therapist? That’s you too. You fill every role without hesitation, and that's so hot.

Jeff tugs your hair, exposing your neck just enough to press his face into your skin. He breathes you in, slow, then trails kisses along your jaw, each one softer than the last.

“God, I love you…” he mutters, voice rough and low. His hand slides into yours, thumb stroking your knuckles. Then, with a wicked grin, he sinks his teeth gently into your cheek—enough to make you flinch and flush, not enough to break skin.