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Greyson

“I just don’t understa nd why he’s still trying,” Lilly grumbles, as she runs her fingers along the typewriter. “Hi, Albert.” She smiles.

Placing her bag on my desk, she pulls out a bag of buttery popcorn and tilts her head back, shoving a handful into her mouth.

“Like—” chewing on the popcorn, she sighs. “It’s been over four months since I broke up with him, can’t he get the picture? I’ve moved on.”

Leaning against my desk, I extend my hand to take some popcorn for myself, but she hisses and moves the bag away from my reach.

Okay…don’t come between Lilly and her popcorn when she’s pissed, noted!

“And following me here? That’s a new level of crazy!” She shovels more popcorn into her mouth.

“He followed you here?”

“Yeah,” she rolls her eyes. “He saw me walking and decided to be a stupid little barnacle that won’t leave me alone.”

I snort. “A barnacle?”

“Yeah, you know those things that stick to the side of boats and shit?”

“I know what a barnacle is,” I laugh. “I was literally calling him a parasite in my mind earlier.”

She tilts her head back laughing.

God, she has such a beautiful laugh.

Wanting to steer the conversation away from the dick who doesn’t deserve a second more of our oxygen, I nudge her shoulder. “Hey, thank you again for the other night.”

“It’s fine.” She waves it off like it’s nothing.

But the thing is, that little act of kindness meant more to me than anything else in the world. Because aside from the guys, nobody has ever cared enough about me to drive an hour and a half out of their way to check on me.

My heart clenches at the thought she did that…for me .

She ended up staying the night—was I fuck letting her drive back on her own after midnight—and I asked her to wait around until we were done with the interviews, so she didn’t have to drive back to Riverside alone.

“I, uh—” Fuck, why am I nervous? “I read the notes you gave me last week.”

“Yeah?” Taking a step forward, she faces me and crosses her arms over her chest.

“Uh-huh.”

When she came over last week, she’d given me handwritten notes with a step-by-step guide on how to pleasure a girl. She told me she wanted me to revise the notes because s he’ll be quizzing me on them the next time she saw me…well, the next time she saw me I was in a hotel room crying. So, that wasn’t the right time to quiz me.

And to go with the notes, she’d also drawn an awful looking vagina. Let’s just say, thank fuck she isn’t an art major because she’d be failing that class before it even begun.

“Did you learn much?” She chews at her lip, and fuck, why do I find that so sexy.

“ Hmm .” I nod.

Fuck. How do I say this, is this even the right time to say it?

“Although…” I scratch the nape of my neck awkwardly. “Sometimes learning it physically is easier than learning it mentally.”

There, I said it.

I kind of said it.

I implied it.

That’s the same thing, right?

“So you want to…”

“I want to try—” grabbing her hand, I pull her toward me so she’s standing between my legs as I sit on the edge of my desk. “What I learnt,” my hands graze over the back of her thighs. “On you .”

Why is my heart beating so fast?

She gasps as I squeeze her thighs. Jolting forward, her palms rest against my chest and she inhales a sharp breath. Eyes boring into mine, I could see all the emotions shifting through those gorgeous blue eyes of hers.

“You want to…” She sounds just as nervous as I feel. “You want to, uh…”

“I want to touch you.” I confess.

Her eyes widen, and her breath hitches.

“ But only if you want me to.” I add.

Tightening her fists, they grip at my shirt so tightly that I could see her knuckles turning white.

“I mean, you totally don’t have to, and I understand completely if you—”

I’m cut off when her lips crash onto mine.

I’m taken aback at first, but then I melt into the kiss.

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pull her closer to me. My heart pounds so hard against my chest, and my stomach flips with nerves.

We’ve kissed before, but this…this kiss feels different. It feels natural, almost like I should always be kissing her. And I don’t know how that makes me feel.

Nervous? Excited? Scared?

All the above?

The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent. And I find myself pulling her even closer, fearing that if I didn’t have a tight hold on her, then she’d slip away.

Her hands snake into my hair, pulling at strands and when a moan escapes her lips, I become feral.

What is it about kissing her that I like so much? The way her lips feel against mine, it’s like they were made for me.

And why do we only ever kiss in private? The whole ruse of “fake” dating was to show the outside world that we were legitimately together—kissing, hugging, holding hands—that was all meant to be done to further prove our point, and wasn’t mea nt to be done in private where nobody could see us.

When we finally pull apart, both our breaths come out in harsh exhales, like we were fighting to get oxygen back into our lungs.

Licking my lips, my eyes glance down to her swollen lips, and all I wanted to do was claim them as mine again.

If kissing Lilly was the last thing I did before taking my final breath, I’d leave this world with my heart full.

“I want you to do it,” she whispers against my lips. “But I’m nervous.”

“Why are you nervous?”

“I’ve never actually—” pursing her lips, she lets out a nervous laugh. “I’ve never actually orgasmed from someone else before.”

I blink, then blink again.

She was with that dick for years and he didn’t once give her an orgasm?

“Kyle and I, we always skipped first base—unless it was me sucking him off,” she confesses. “And well, I’d always fake my orgasms when we had sex.”

Holy fuck.

“Well, that’s all about to change.” I grin.

She gives me a blank look. “You think you can give me an orgasm?”

“I’ve got a beautiful teacher who gave me step by step instructions on how to please a girl,” winking, I soothe my finger down the side of her neck. “And If you think for a second that I didn’t sit there for hours memorizing it all, then you’d be mistaken.”

And I decide in that moment that no matter what, she’s going to get the pleasure she deserves .

Every. Single. Fucking. Time.