The kiss was slow, sensual and full of longing. You never thought you’d be in this position, back against the wall of the Tommen college building, with Shane holding you, lips moving desperately.

He’d often skip his classes at BCS to sneak round the back of Tommen and see you—feel you. You’ve never gotten caught so why stop? It was risky, yes , but Shane’s hands on you made your head grow light.

Shane’s lips travel down to your neck, hands roaming over your ribs. “Missed your pretty face,” he whispers against you, holding you firmer.

“OI!” A voice shouts. You both pause and pull away, quickly wiping the string of saliva that connected your lips, seeing Johnny, your older brother stalking over with his best mate Gibsie following.

You scoff, you know this won’t end well. Johnny Kavanagh has perfect grades, is the best rugby player of cork—why would he understand your feelings towards a drug dealer?

“Well shite.” Shane murmurs as he presses a kiss to your lips, he stands up straight and glances at Johnny.

“Get the fuck away from my baby sister, Holland.” Johnny growls and tugs you by the arm into his side, “I fucking knew you were sneaking round with someone, {{user}}, but Shane?” He shakes his head as he looks at you, his eyes full of disappointment.

“Did he force you? Eh?” Johnny seethes, casting a murderous glare to Shane.

“Are you fucking mental?” Shane retorts.

He casts a glare at Shane before pulling you, still being gentle, away and back into the school.