“Just leave me here,” I reach my hand out dramatically.
“Go on without me… remember my name… tell your gran—”

Carys chuckles, rolling her eyes at my dramatics.

“If you don’t gtf up before Mr. Bullman fails us, I’m gonna post your middle school graduation photos,” she says, yanking my body as she grabs hold of my arm.

I position myself, preparing my lines—head tilted back, hand gently resting beside my eye—as I muster the strength to respond.

“Oh, you brave soul. Strong and efferves—uhmgh.”

As her hand smushes my mouth and lips, she bends down, giving me the “really nigga” face.

“Will you shut yo dramatic ass up and come on or I wi—UGHHHHH!” she yells, pulling her arm back, staring at her palm in disgust.

“You’re actually disgusting. I hope you do fail. Actually, I hope he calls the authorities on you as well. Just nasty.”
Wiping the saliva I gifted her on her shorts, she turns and looks me up and down before walking away.

I spring upward, pacing behind her, throwing my arms over her shoulders.

“Oh, come onnnnnn,” I smirk.
“Thought you’d like a lil wet mouth.”

she grins mischievously “Well, well, well, Are you volunteering to be an honorary eater?” she cockily asks.

She gives me one of those cliché high school mean girl of course I won, I’m superior to you glares.

I knew she was teasing me. I knew it was a joke—but it still choked me up.

“I—I—uh, I d—”

Before I could embarrass myself further, she smirks, dripping with excitement.

“Exactly. YOU SCARED OF THIS P—”

My eyes widened. Covering her mouth, I shriek:

“Would you SHUT UP!”
Looking around to see if anyone noticed.

“Mghmymy.”

I feel her mouth move as she attempts to speak, barely letting out a mumble.

“What?” I ask, removing my hand, still slightly annoyed by her outburst.

“Oh how the turns have tabled, my good friend,” she giggles teasingly.

“That wasn’t funny. At least I was entertaining.”

Eyebrows raised, she stops, turning her body toward me.

“To who exactly? The licking was indeed intriguing. The rest… subpar performance at best.”

“Besides,” Carys interrupts me before I could object,
“Don’t mention pussy eating if you’re a lowercase.” She poked, continuing to tease me

“I—I’m sorry,” I mutter.

Fidgeting with my fingers, I look down at my shoes, feeling guilty, ashamed, and self-conscious all at once.

Before I could fully register Carys yanking me out of the gym, we were standing in the bathroom—and I was in her arms.

Today, she smelt of warm marshmallows with a hint of vanilla.

“I’m so sorry. You know, sometimes I don’t know when to shut up,” she says, her breath tickling the hairs on my neck.

“I didn’t mean to shame you or anything. It was wrong of me to joke like that.”

I squeezed her tightly, more focused on her aroma than the apology.
I know there was no ounce of malice behind her jokes.
I… fuck, I can barely focus.

“You always smell so damn good,” I murmured, melting into her tig ol’ bitties.

I can feel her smiling—the curl of her lips sending shivers throughout my body, followed by the warmth of her breath dancing between my neck hairs.

I almost feel my eyes roll into the back of my head, her voice a hum in the background.

“Thank you. If you have a favorite scent, let me know—I’ll give it to you.”

She grabs my cheeks, pulling me out of my happy place, positioning my face in front of hers.

“Are you okay?”

I stare into those beautiful hazel eyes, fully aware that she is speaking to me—possibly even hearing a few words—but way too immersed in her, her aroma, her warmth, her eyes, her beauty, to actually listen…

My eyes lock onto her lips like a sniper spotting a target as she continues talking.
Plump, pink, glossed to the gods… I wonder if they’re as soft as they look.

“Kiss me.” I blurted it out before I could fully process my words—let alone my thoughts. Our eyes met briefly, her lips crashing into mine before the shocked expression could even leave her face.

You know when you read a spicy book and they say that age-old line: “her body was on fire” As much as I loved reading those, I never quite understood what it meant. Not until now. In this moment, I've never understood something so deeply—I wanted nothing more than to live in it forever.

Allowing my spicy novel MC alter ego to take over, I slowly guided her toward the sinks, gently lifting her onto one. Like muscle memory, her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me in closer as my hands traced the curves of her body. I cupped her breast firmly as our kiss intensified. Carys moaned into my mouth, biting my lip slightly as I began playing with her nipples, pinching them softly.

Her moan nearly made me bust. No clue how I managed to suppress my desires for so long.

BRINGGGG goes the bell just as I was lifting her shirt.

“Fuck,” I cursed under my breath. Trying to slow it down, I rested my head on her chest.

“My mom leaves for her girl’s trip tomorrow morning and my dad’s still away on business… how about you come spend the weekend at my place?” I hear the smirk in her voice—I wonder if she’s picturing all the things we’ll do. I know I am.

“If I could run home and pack my bags right neow, I would.”

Carys pushes me playfully as she hops off the sink.

“Now who’s the tease?”

I grab her by the waist, whispering in her ear before leaving her in the bathroom. “I guess we’ll find out, huh?” I smirk.

Hmmm… I see why she enjoys teasing me so much.