32. Academia + Animals

Today's the day.

My first day attending school while in a relationship. And, I'm not in a relationship with just anyone... I'm with the hottest fucking guy at school, who everyone else wants to be with.

Despite Presley's best efforts to let her dress me in something special, I had refused. I didn't want dating Jayce to suddenly make me change all sorts of shit about myself. I know she's just excited for me and wanting to help, which I appreciate. But, I'd ended up opting for a comfy outfit I'd wear as if today was any other day, as if I wasn't going to be pulling up to school in the Bad Boy of Goldcrest's vehicle.

I pair the taupe knit sweater and black jeans with my trusty Adidas, grabbing my bag off the counter before skipping out the front door without any coffee. I won't need any assistance with my energy levels today.

Jayce's dark blue Mustang roars into the driveway as if on cue. He pops out of the driver's side with a lopsided grin, his curly hair poking out from beneath a backwards cap. Between his sparkling brown eyes, sharp jawline and muscle-y build, plus white v-neck and leather jacket, he looks good enough to eat.

Or, ya know... be eaten by.

I practically bound down the porch steps and have to utilize all my self control not to sprint to him and tackle him with kisses.

"Good morning, my beautiful girlfriend!" He hollers from his car, closing the door as I approach. "I fucking love calling you that," he beams, his pearly white teeth gleaming as a winter breeze tousles the curls beneath his cap.

Instead of replying, I walk right up to him and yank the collar of his jacket down toward me, simultaneously rising on my tip toes so our lips can meet.

Chill bumps rise over my entire body as I kiss his soft lips, breathing in clove and perique, which has intoxicated me from the beginning.

He responds instantly, moving his mouth against mine as one of his hands squeezes my ass while the other roughly grips the hair at the back of my neck.

I'm instantly lost, no longer on planet Earth. I push him backward so he's leaning against the side of his car and press my body to him so there's no space between us.

He's so fucking fine. And he's mine.

I'm ripped back to reality by the sound of the front door slamming. I quickly twist around to see a glowering Haven making his way to his car.

"If you have to fucking date her," Haven grumbles, not looking at us, "at least mind where you're making out."

"You're one to talk!" I scoff, rolling my eyes as I remember how Jayce and I had caught him making out with Tamara. An eye for an eye.

"Just..." Haven stammers, his hand on the car door. "Don't have sex while I'm at the house, please. I don't want to hear that." With that, he slams his car door and starts the engine.

"Wait," I wonder, my eyebrows furrowing as I look up at Jayce. "How did he know we're dating?"

"Before homecoming, I asked him for permission to date you," he shrugs, flipping his curls out of his eyes. "It took some convincing but he finally said yes. It didn't happen as soon as I'd originally hoped, but after you left the New Year's party with Presley, I told Hav that you and I were official," he beams down at me and my heart pounds like it's being played with a double bass pedal.

"Are you fucking serious?" I stare up at him, my jaw slack. "That's the sweetest, most considerate thing ever! Who knew Jayce Solis is old-fashioned?" I tease with a smirk, although I'm completely loving this.

He asked my brother's permission to date me. I don't know what the hell century Jayce thought we were in, but I'm not complaining. I always thought shit like that was a little weird and honestly, archaic. But damn, let me tell you, when it's happening to you... it's hot.

Haven honks his horn. I forgot he was even there. I do wonder, though, how he's planning on getting out of the driveway. Jayce's Mustang is currently blocking him.

"Still, I can't believe he thinks he can get onto us for that," I say with gritted teeth. Jayce just chuckles and kisses the top of my head.

"He'll be fine," he takes my hand and leads me around the side of the car, opening the door for me.

"Thank you," my heart flutters as I climb into the car, which is already nice and toasty inside.

Jayce shuts the door before jogging around to the driver's side, his curls bouncing as he does so. Chivalry is fucking hot. Good lord.

Seconds later, Jayce is sliding into the leather seat and pulling out of the driveway.

Here we go.

Despite the panty-dropping good morning kiss, I still feel a jumble of nervousness in my gut.

Jayce must have sensed it because he reaches across the center console to grab my hand, our fingers instantly intertwining.

"You okay?" He asks with a smile, his eyes on the road.

"Just a little uneasy about showing up with you. There's no way I'll be able to hide from the stares once people know we're together," I feel my stomach clenching just thinking about it.

He's silent for a few moments, his eyebrows pinching together slightly. "Why are you so weird about attention? Most people want to be popular. Why not you?"

"Having a school full of people trying to get into my business isn't something I'm particularly stoked on," I tell him.

"Do you have something to hide?" He raises his eyebrows suggestively. "Are you secretly a government sanctioned robot, and that's why you're so perfect?"

"Not a robot," I giggle, grateful that he can still make me smile even when I'm ready to barf from nerves.

"That's exactly what a robot would say," he strokes his chin with over exaggerated suspicion.

"You're an idiot," I can't help but smile at his man-childness.

We pull into the a space at the front of the parking lot, which I'm sure is somehow claimed as belonging to Jayce, even though it's not marked.

I take a deep breath in, mentally preparing myself for the onslaught of eyeballs and whispers.

"It'll be okay," Jayce leans over and kisses my cheek. "Let me get the door for you."

He kills the engine and I watch him walk around the car, confidence oozing from his every pore. How the hell did I score this man?

Even with my eyes on him, I notice a few sets of students glancing toward his car, surely wondering who's going to step out.

My hearts threatens to drop into my stomach, but I focus my gaze on Jayce and try to block all others out.

He swings the door open and holds out his hand, which I take as I climb out of the car and reach up to plant a peck on his lips. He smiles down at me with those deep, intense, yet calming, brown eyes and suddenly, I don't care what people think. I don't care what they say.

We walk toward the school hand in hand, and even though there's still butterflies in my belly, I can't help the smile that plasters itself to my lips as we walk through the front door.

He's mine.

I'm his.

We're met with seemingly endless glances, stares, dropped jaws and even several gasps from girls who must be heartbroken that the Jayce Solis appears to be in a relationship.

By the time we reach my locker, I'm almost able to ignore it.

Jayce places his hand on my hip, pressing my back against the locker as he looms over me, leaning his forearm above my head against the cold metal. His smirk appears as his eyes run over me.

"If you were my textbook, I'd be inside you all day," his eyes flash deviously.

"Jayceeee," I giggle and groan, though I secretly like his lame but adorable lines.

"Yep, that's what you'd be moaning. Or, screaming, preferably," he winks before placing his thumb beneath my chin, raising it upwards as he brings his lips down to mine.

He kisses me painfully soft and slow, sending an entire herd of butterflies between my legs. His lips are so fucking sweet and electrifying but just as I'm about to shove him into the janitor's closet and climb him like a tree, he pushes himself off the wall of lockers. Raising his chin in the air a bit, he begins walking backwards down the hall, his eyes grazing over my body as he bites his lower lip, the corners of his mouth raised in a smile.

"Have a good day," he growls with a glimmer in his brown eyes before spinning on his converse and striding off down the hall in his confident, hot canter. "See you at practice!"

God.

How is he even allowed to be that fucking sexy?

I shake my head, realizing I'm still staring after him, and turn to get my books.

It's not even 8:25 in the damn morning and I'm soaked.

Fuck.

Slamming the door of my locker to head to class after depositing my bag, I nearly smack into a pretty, thin brunette who's a few inches taller than me. I've seen her around a lot, but never had a class with her and never talked to her.

"Hey, it's Fallon, right?" She asks in a chipper voice, her bright red painted lips curving into a smile.

"Uh, yeah," I reply awkwardly, not really sure why she's talking to me. "Who are you?"

"Oh my god, you're sooo funny," she lets out a giggle that doesn't reach her eyes. "We've been in the same grade since middle school, silly. I'm Melody."

"Okay..." I eye her cautiously. She's wearing a lot of makeup. "Nice to meet you, Melody. I have to get to class." I speed around her, hoping for a smooth escape. It didn't happen.

"Wait, Fallon," she grabs my elbow and spins me back around to face her. "Me and some of the girls from the cheer squad are going out Friday night. Join us?"

"No thanks," I say quickly and her face falls, which makes me feel a little bad. "I, uh, have to... I have to spend some time... with my dog," I lie, definitely not very convincingly. I don't even have a fucking dog.

"Aww, boo," she pouts, seeming just as fake as my excuse. "Well, maybe Jayce can come and you can meet up with us after?"

Ah. So that's why she's talking to me.

"Yeah," I laugh, wishing she'd just let me get to class. "He won't want to do that." The bell should ring any second now.

"Some of the girls are bringing their boyfriends, so it wouldn't be like he's the only guy there. And besides, you'd be there eventually," she eyes me like I'm a kid she wants to take candy from. "Unless you don't trust him to be with other girls while you're not around... that's called clingy, and it's so not attractive," she explains as if she's helping me.

"I have no problem with Jayce hanging out with other girls," I shrug, which seems to displease her. "But he'd probably rather clean up vomit."

"Ohhh, you're worried about Layla, aren't you?" She sneers, ignoring me. "I mean, she was with him before you were, huh? Afraid she might try to steal him back from you?" Her voice is condescending and her eyes flash evilly as she flicks her pin straight brown hair off her shoulder.

"Trust me," I scoff, pulling my arm away from her. "She couldn't steal him back even if she found a way to cure her STDs."

Melody's lips part at my accusation. She's probably very offended that I just insulted her captain. I'm sure the only reason she spoke a single syllable to me is because I'm dating Jayce. And I'm sure she's not the only one who will try to pull something like that. It makes me anxious, thinking about having to sort through who is being real and who just wants something. But I decide to not let it phase me. If they're all as easy to spot as Melody's fake ass, I shouldn't have too much of a problem.

I speed off down the hall, hoping I'm not late for class and take a deep breath as I picture the strange encounter rolling off me like water off a duck's back.

My mind clears just in time to be filled with images of Jayce, the steamy memory of his kisses and imaginations of what he has planned for our date tonight.

~

Jayce had instructed me to bring something comfortable to change into for our date so that after soccer practice, we could shower in the locker room and leave straight from school for our date. When he said "comfortable," I thought he meant actually comfortable.

So, when I walked out in ripped jeans and a soft sweater and he strolled up in a black button down and khaki dress pants, I knew I'd already fucked up.

He'd assured me everything was great and that he thought I looked hot. He'd kept his hand on my leg, playing with the ripped parts of my jeans the entire hour long car ride to the outskirts of Santa Elelita.

Santa Elelita is the nearest big city, and it's where Brixton University is located.

The time is nearing 7pm when Jayce and I pull up to a cute little restaurant made of white stone. Ivy crawls up the outside wall while large windows spill golden light onto the concrete.

The front courtyard hosts a handful of two-top tables, as well as several heat lamps to make visiting in the wintery air a pleasant experience. A dozen couples dine in elegance, sipping deep red wine and snacking on basketfuls of various breads and cheeses while vocal jazz floats through the air. Each table has a pristinely white table cloth with a centerpiece of fresh pink peonies, red roses and baby's breath. Thousands of fairy lights create a faux canopy overhead, bathing the entire area in soft, romantic light. Over the top of the doorway hangs a sign with Table d'Évangéline written in a stunning script.

"Damn," I breathe as we walk through the courtyard. "You didn't tell me how fancy this place is. I wish I'd dressed up more."

"You look fantastic to me," Jayce replies.

He places his hand on the small of my back and leads me through the front door, where I'm greeted by trey ceilings that accent a huge stained glass dome. Glittering chandeliers, dark wooden accents and luxurious red seats give the space a distinctly high-end feel, while waiters and waitresses dressed in pressed black outfits dash among the elite guests.

"Bienvenue to Table d'Évangéline," the host says in a French accent. He's a shorter, young blonde guy, probably in his early 20s. "How many will be dining with us tonight?" He has a distinct French accent.

"Just two," Jayce tells the host. "Reservation is under Solis."

The host's eyes widen. "Monsieur Solis?" He breathes, quickly making his way out from behind the stand to shake Jayce's hand. "It's a pleasure for us to serve your wines. You've shown us that the art of winemaking has not been entirely lost in America," he says with a teasing smile, which Jayce returns.

"We're grateful to be partnered with such an exquisite establishment as this. My parents come here every time they're in town. You've got the best restaurant on this side of the Atlantic," Jayce says in a professional voice, which is very odd to hear. Sort of sexy to hear him all business-y though, I must admit.

"Ah, you are Alexei and Celeste's son?"

"I am," he says. "I'm Jayce, and this is my girlfriend, Fallon."

"Jayce and Fallon!" The guy exclaims, shaking Jayce's hand again before shaking mine just as vigorously. "I'm Gabriel. Such a pleasure. It's impossible to find wine that doesn't come from France that's worthy of being served with our food. But your family's vineyard has made my family very happy."

"I'm glad to hear it," Jayce smiles diplomatically. "I hope our working relationship can continue for many more years."

"Indeed," Gabriel nods before picking up two menus and glancing at the reservation sheet, his eyebrows furrowing. "No, no, no," he says quickly, shaking his head and picking up a pencil to scratch something out. "They had you at table 12, which won't do. For you, Jayce, you get the best seat in the house," he says before turning and practically sprinting away through the restaurant. He's very energetic.

"He's the son of the owners," Jayce whispers as we follow after Gabriel. "My parents have told me about him before. I haven't been here since I was little, but they come here all the time."

We follow Gabriel out a side door and onto a private patio that sits on the edge of a cliff, overlooking the ocean. Beneath the jazz, I can hear the rhythmic sound of the waves crashing several hundred feet below us. The patio is edged by planters that host dozens of flowers, which are all standing strong and tall beneath heat lamps, despite the fact that it's January. Fairy lights zigzag overhead, giving the illusion of a ceiling, while an intricate fountain trickles in the corner.

In the center of the patio is a small rounded table just like the ones in the courtyard out front.

Gabriel sets the menus down and pulls out the seats for us, draping napkins across both of our laps when we sit.

"And what to drink?" He asks attentively. I freaking love his accent.

"Water for me," I answer.

"I'll have water, as well, and a bottle of Tempranillo with dinner," Jayce says.

Gabriel nods then scurries back inside. I'm not surprised that he didn't card us. I get the feeling that Jayce could ask for whatever he wanted and he'd get it.

"Wow," I laugh, a little bit awed over what just happened. "Is it like this everywhere you go?" I can't help but ask.

"No," Jayce shakes his head, his curls falling in his eyes. "But it is a lot of the time."

"That must be exhausting," I sigh.

"It's not so bad," he shrugs. "I've gotten used to it by now. Working for Duende isn't what I want, but it's still really cool to see how excited people are to work with the company my parent's started, and to let them know that they love working with them, too."

"I bet," I can only imagine what that would be like growing up. This morning at school I had just dipped my toe into the pool of attention Jayce gets, and I don't know if it's something I could ever get used to. "So what made you pick this place for tonight when you haven't been here since you were a kid? What if their food sucks?"

"Aside from the fact that my mom says it's the best restaurant around and that I had to bring you here," he chuckles, running his fingers through his hair, "I remember how much you said you'd love to visit Paris, and this is the closest I could get on short notice... especially when we have school tomorrow," he winks, his brown eyes glittering.

My heart swells and I'm instantly giddy as his words fill my ears. I can't believe he remembered that. Also, again, the fact that he talks to his mom about me, and supposedly consults her for date advice, is extremely fucking adorable. So, naturally, I have to tease him about it.

"So, tell me," I smirk, tilting my head slightly to the right. "Does your mom plan all of your dates for you?"

"Actually, yes," he returns the cheeky expression. "Because I consider this to be my first real date."

"You're so full of shit," I laugh, leaning back in my chair and chucking my napkin at him.

"I'm serious!" He defends. "I never really... uh, ya know," he moves his hands like I'm supposed to understand what he's saying.

I make my best 'I-have-no-fucking-clue-what-you're-talking-about' face.

"I've always fucked on the first date, except there's not much of the date part, just the fucking part," he says matter of factly, like he's reciting something as set in stone as the days of the week.

"Not much of the date part?"

"Okay, so, none of the date part. It was just fucking," he explains with a straight face, which is probably the funniest part of the situation.

"Wow," I giggle. His bluntness is fucking killing me. As nice as this restaurant is, I find myself wishing I could've been taken on a more traditional Jayce Solis "date."

The door glides open and Gabriel emerges, depositing our waters and a basket of bread and cheese on the table.

"And what can I get you for dinner?" His French accent asks with a beaming smile.

He rattles off the impressive specials and after a quick glance over the menu I order something called canard à l'orange, mostly because I recognized the word 'orange.' Jayce orders something I couldn't pronounce if my life depended on it, and suddenly it's just he and I amidst the twinkling lights and the far off sound of the ocean.

"So, all the rumors are true?" I ask, grabbing a particularly fluffy roll.

"What rumors?"

"The ones that involve you dipping your dick in any girl that will spread her legs," I rip off a chunk of the roll and pop it in my mouth. Holy shit it's good.

"Oh," he cringes slightly. "Well, it's not quite that extreme."

I raise an eyebrow. "Reputations like yours don't just happen, Jayce. They're provoked."

"I've been trying to change that."

"What does that mean?"

"It means I'm not proud of my so-called reputation."

"Since when?"

"Since this past summer," he says with a hint of bitterness in his voice.

"What happened this past summer?" I ask, unable to hide my curiosity.

"I, uh..." Jayce runs his fingers through his hair, looking uncomfortable.

"You don't have to tell me," I reassure him. I don't want to make him talk about anything he doesn't want to.

"No, I don't mind," he gives me a sweet smile before continuing. "At the beginning of the summer, I'd been sleeping with this girl for a few weeks. One day my cousin Aimee – remember, you were Tinkerbell at her birthday party? One day she asked me what game I play with the girl in my room. When I asked her what she meant, she told me it sounded like we were practicing our animal noises and she wanted to know if she could play with us next time."

"Oh my god," I giggle, covering my mouth, feeling guilty for laughing. "I'm sorry. That's not funny... but that's pretty funny." I try to keep myself from cracking up, but it only results in my face flushing. Practicing animal noises. Fucking classic. Team Aimee.

"It's funny now," Jayce assures me with a nod. "But when it happened, it really freaked me out. I didn't want her hearing that. I also realized that if she grew up and got involved with a guy like me, I would hate his guts. It made me think about all the fathers, brothers and protective friends and family members who probably can't stand me. I haven't been with anyone since that day. I decided I would change, and I did."

"So, all your little sexual comments since the day we've met, reposting the video of us grinding on your Instagram story and nearly screwing me on your father's desk... that's all part of you wanting to change your reputation, huh?" I ask with a sly grin.

"I guess some of my old habits stuck," he leans forward with his elbows on the table and a smirk on his face. "Got a problem with that?"

I lean forward as well, looking into his deep brown eyes, which look even more enchanting with the reflection of the fairy lights. I want to climb over this table and straddle him. "No."

"Good," he leans back with a gleam in his eyes, clearly letting his gaze fall on my cleavage for a few moments.

Gabriel brings out our food and wine, assuring us that if we want anything, he will get it done.

The orange whatever thing I ordered turns out to be duck, and it's actually delicious. All of the food is. And, of course, the wine is fucking stellar. I want to live here. I'll just sit in a corner, eat their food and tell them all how great they are for making this place.

Jayce is, as always, the easiest person on the planet to talk to.

By the time we finish dinner and dessert, I'm absolutely stuffed and ready to roll up in a warm blanket, ideally next to a clothing-less version of Jayce.

Despite my suggestion to split the bill, Jayce pays the entire thing, which I'm sure is nearing $150. I want to fire off some comment about how nice it must be to wipe your ass with hundred dollar bills, but I bite my tongue.

Walking back through the restaurant tucked under his arm, I feel a lazy smile on my face and my eyes drooping in total contentment. I can't believe this is real.

"Jayce Solis!" A large voice rings out, startling us both.

We turn to see a man just as large as his voice waving at us from a nearby table. He's got a thick grey mustache, no hair on his head, small eyes and plump red cheeks.

"Mr. Murray?" Jayce asks, clearly enthused about whoever this big stranger is. Jayce leads us to him and gives the man a firm but friendly handshake when he stands to his feet. "It's been a while, have you lost weight?"

The man pats his tummy with a proud expression on his face, "Fifty pounds down!"

"That's amazing," Jayce nods, looking genuinely impressed. "I want to introduce you to my girlfriend," he turns to me to let me introduce myself. "This is the President of Brixton University, Lyonel Murray."

What?

Is he fucking serious right now?

Holy shit.

"Fallon Rhodes," I extend my hand, making sure to give him a firm handshake. "It's nice to meet you."

"Rhodes, you say?" He strokes his mustache thoughtfully. I didn't know people actually did that. "You wouldn't happen to be related to a Benjamin Rhodes, would you?"

"Yes, sir," I reply as nervousness explodes in my gut. I didn't know my dad knew the fucking President. This man could get me into my dream college. I want to impress the fuck out of him, but without sounding like I'm trying to impress the fuck out of him. "Ben Rhodes is my father."

"I was so sorry to hear about his passing," he regards me with kind, sad eyes. "He was a great man. A prodigy."

"He's the best," I manage to reply without choking up.

"Fallon's older brother, Haven, is hoping to receive his acceptance letter so he can study law at the University this fall," Jayce drops smoothly, never losing an ounce of charisma as he lobbies for my brother, which I fucking love him for. "And Fallon is hoping to study business with you after she graduates next year."

"Really?" Lyonel's eyes gleam with what looks like pride. "Having both of Ben's kids study with us?" He wonders aloud. "I'll have to put in a good word for you two at the admission office," he winks. When he smiles he looks like a big, friendly grandpa teddy bear. With the powerfulness of his voice, though, I can also imagine that he's also someone I wouldn't want to see upset.

"Th-that would be incredible," I breathe, not really sure how this is happening.

"It would be a pleasure to have you both," he says with a little tip of his head. He then turns his attention to Jayce. "Tell your parents to give me a call, yes?"

"Will do, sir," Jayce nods, shaking hands with him again. "Thank you."

"Nice to meet you, Miss Rhodes," Lyonel says as he sits back down to his table. He's eating alone, but considering the smile on his face and the fact that he has three main dishes and two bottles of wine on the table, something tells me he doesn't mind.

"You too, sir," I reply, my brain still failing to catch up with the incredible reality of the situation.

I manage to contain my excitement until Jayce and I are back in his Mustang and speeding back toward Goldcrest.

"OH MY GOD," I giggle, wriggling around in my seat, completely unable to even process the event that just took place.

"I'm so glad that just happened," Jayce says, also seeming to be in a bit of disbelief.

"That was fucking incredible," I bubble, reaching across to entwine my fingers with Jayce's. "Hands down, best date ever. There's no way you could ever top this." I chortle.

"Oh, really?" He asks mischievously.

"Nope," I say, popping the 'p.'

I just met the President of Brixton University. I fucking met him. And he fucking wanted Haven and me to come to his school. I find it ironically funny that one of the big reasons I used to be so opposed to dating Jayce was because I wanted to be able to focus on school so I could get into Brixton... but once I started dating him, I literally got closer to that goal in a matter of moments than I had all my eleven and a half years of school.

I unroll the window and lean out, holding my arms in the air and letting out a screaming whoop as the winter wind whips at my face. "FUCK YESSSSS!" I fist pump as the freezing air rushes past my ears.

I lower myself back into the car and roll up the window, melting into my seat as I listen to Jayce's happy laughter.

The drive back to Goldcrest is an ecstatic blur.

After Jayce walked me to the front door to drop me off, he told me he was sorry that all he planned was dinner, and he promised that our dates would be more exciting in the future. I told him he was fucking insane and after we kissed goodnight and he groped my ass, I ran upstairs feeling like I could conquer the world.

I burst into my room and slam the door behind me. Leaning against it, I wonder if I'm going to explode from happiness. I can't believe how fucking amazing this evening had been. I never thought I would genuinely enjoy spending so much time with a guy and us not be in a bed. And I definitely never thought I would feel this excited about Brixton unless I got an acceptance letter.

I throw myself in my desk chair and spin in circles, having a mini spaz-attack from all the giddiness, when my door suddenly opens.

"I couldn't just let you get away without a proper goodnight," Jayce says in a deep voice as he silently shuts the door and locks it. "I told your mom you left your phone behind and I needed to give it back to you, so we only have a few minutes before she gets suspicious..." His eyes rake slowly over my body.

I stand up and stride toward him, feeling thumping between my legs as I realize what he's getting at.

"Can I...?" he asks softly, bending his head toward mine.

At his words, all thoughts of college leave my head and all I can focus on is the set of brown eyes that are filling with more heat and desire every passing moment.

"Yes," I whisper as my eyes slip closed.

I'm not even sure where that response came from, but it was obviously the right one because suddenly his mouth is on mine and he's kissing me fiercely. I tangle my fingers in his hair as he tightly grips my hips, pulling me against him.

His lips are so fucking soft.

He lifts me onto the bed much less gently than last time and I barely have time to breathe before his lips are crashing back onto mine. His warm hand slips beneath my sweater and he grabs at my waist. His movements leave my head spinning as my hands find their way through his hair and begin moving over every muscle they can reach.

He grinds his hard front against me, instantly sending me to heaven. My eyelashes flutter and a small noise comes from the back of my throat as Jayce continues grinding roughly against me. I grind my hips in sync with his, our mouths moving in perfect rhythm with the rest of our bodies.

My hands travel down his muscular back, pressing his hips harder against mine.

"Look at me," he growls.

My eyes fly open and I gaze into his brown eyes which are dark, intense and overflowing with lust. My entire body is tingling as he runs his fingertips all over my abdomen, our intense eye sex only making everything even more erotic.

He brings his lips to mine and gives me the most passionate, stimulating kiss I've ever experienced. I feel as though I'm ready to explode when he retracts his hand from beneath my sweater and climbs off my bed.

"That's not fair," I pout, crossing my arms over my chest as my head spins and my lady parts throb.

"You're not fair," he says with a smirk, unlocking and opening my bedroom door. "Everything about you makes me weak."

"And yet, somehow you're still strong enough to stop yourself from going any further," I grumble, giving him a very intentional stink eye. If he keeps this up, I swear I'll develop the female version of blue balls.

He throws his head back and lets out a laugh, his curls jostling. "It's for the best," is all he says as he opens my bedroom door and steps through, shooting me a final smirk before he closes it and I hear him clunk his way down the stairs and out the front door.

~~~

OOF. Heaaaattttttt. 🔥🔥🔥

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