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escape wearing the same thing all the time like she had to do at the hospital.
Lucas shrugged. “They’re not bad. See?” He held out his hands, waving them up and down in front of his body.
She took him in again: black dress shoes, black dress pants, white short-sleeved shirt, black slim tie, black vest with a green shamrock stitched on the upper right side, and a black cap to cover his golden blond surfer locks.
“That’s your uniform? Wow, you look so good,” she remarked, blushing at her confession.
He smiled. “Well, thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.”
She continued to blush, her heart racing. “Well, um, I think I’ll take a look inside,” she said, walking to her closet, trying not to melt on the floor.
Her uniforms weren’t bad at all. She had a cropped black jacket, several cap-sleeved white shirts with a green shamrock stitched on a small pocket and black pleated skirts. A green scarf and a green cap hung on hooks inside. On the floor was a pair of black sneakers and a pair of black leather clogs with a slight heel.
She picked up a skirt and read the tag. “How did they know my size?”
“They usually have just about every size here, but your mom probably told them,” he answered. “There are launders here that clean the clothes and also do readjustments.”
“These aren’t bad, but do I have to wear a skirt?”
Eva had never worn a skirt, not even when she attended church as a little girl, before her parents started to fight, and then the divorce.
“I think you would look good in a skirt.” His eyes fell below her waist. “I bet you have nice legs.” He smirked.
Eva blushed. “What about when it gets cold?”
He leaned forward, brushing his lips against her ear. “I’ll warm your legs up.”
The touch of his lips sent shivers down her neck. When he pulled his face back into view, she noticed the look in his eyes, more blue than gray, desirous. Finally, after so many near misses, Lucas finally pressed his lips against hers, gently. She wanted more and parted her lips, inviting him in. He returned her fervor, sliding his tongue in her mouth, igniting a lust she didn’t even know she had. She let her academy skirt fall to floor and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him, feeling him.
She’d finally been kissed. And oh, wow!
He pulled away and said against her lips, “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”
She nudged her nose against his affectionately. “Me too.”
He smiled. “Well, I’d love to keep kissing you, but I’m sure the headmaster will be on the prowl, looking for us.” He gave her a quick kiss on her lips.
She rolled her eyes, but nodded. Besides, they had all year to kiss, but she knew that this was his last year, and wondered if they became serious, what would happen? Would he love her and leave her? Be the stereotypical Leprechaun?
She didn’t want to think of him as a player, but he practically admitted that he used to be—that he had changed because of her. Had he really changed or was it just a ploy? If it was, it was working, because she was stuck on him, especially with his ability to enter her mind, preventing her from seeing people die—something both of them had to keep a secret, for it was never supposed to have happened.
He picked up her fallen skirt, and placed it back in the closet. “You don’t have to wear this today.”
“But tomorrow when classes start, right?”
He nodded. “Right.”
“Since it’s your last year here, we won’t see each other that much. Will we?” she asked in a quiet, saddened voice.
His face fell, saddened too, and he shook his head. “No, not really. The first and second years have classes together while the third and fourth years make up the advanced block.” He smiled. “We can see each other in P.E.”
“Ugh! Not P.E.”
At her old school, all they seemed to do was jumping jacks, sit-ups, and run around the gym with the
Lucas shrugged. “They’re not bad. See?” He held out his hands, waving them up and down in front of his body.
She took him in again: black dress shoes, black dress pants, white short-sleeved shirt, black slim tie, black vest with a green shamrock stitched on the upper right side, and a black cap to cover his golden blond surfer locks.
“That’s your uniform? Wow, you look so good,” she remarked, blushing at her confession.
He smiled. “Well, thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.”
She continued to blush, her heart racing. “Well, um, I think I’ll take a look inside,” she said, walking to her closet, trying not to melt on the floor.
Her uniforms weren’t bad at all. She had a cropped black jacket, several cap-sleeved white shirts with a green shamrock stitched on a small pocket and black pleated skirts. A green scarf and a green cap hung on hooks inside. On the floor was a pair of black sneakers and a pair of black leather clogs with a slight heel.
She picked up a skirt and read the tag. “How did they know my size?”
“They usually have just about every size here, but your mom probably told them,” he answered. “There are launders here that clean the clothes and also do readjustments.”
“These aren’t bad, but do I have to wear a skirt?”
Eva had never worn a skirt, not even when she attended church as a little girl, before her parents started to fight, and then the divorce.
“I think you would look good in a skirt.” His eyes fell below her waist. “I bet you have nice legs.” He smirked.
Eva blushed. “What about when it gets cold?”
He leaned forward, brushing his lips against her ear. “I’ll warm your legs up.”
The touch of his lips sent shivers down her neck. When he pulled his face back into view, she noticed the look in his eyes, more blue than gray, desirous. Finally, after so many near misses, Lucas finally pressed his lips against hers, gently. She wanted more and parted her lips, inviting him in. He returned her fervor, sliding his tongue in her mouth, igniting a lust she didn’t even know she had. She let her academy skirt fall to floor and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him, feeling him.
She’d finally been kissed. And oh, wow!
He pulled away and said against her lips, “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”
She nudged her nose against his affectionately. “Me too.”
He smiled. “Well, I’d love to keep kissing you, but I’m sure the headmaster will be on the prowl, looking for us.” He gave her a quick kiss on her lips.
She rolled her eyes, but nodded. Besides, they had all year to kiss, but she knew that this was his last year, and wondered if they became serious, what would happen? Would he love her and leave her? Be the stereotypical Leprechaun?
She didn’t want to think of him as a player, but he practically admitted that he used to be—that he had changed because of her. Had he really changed or was it just a ploy? If it was, it was working, because she was stuck on him, especially with his ability to enter her mind, preventing her from seeing people die—something both of them had to keep a secret, for it was never supposed to have happened.
He picked up her fallen skirt, and placed it back in the closet. “You don’t have to wear this today.”
“But tomorrow when classes start, right?”
He nodded. “Right.”
“Since it’s your last year here, we won’t see each other that much. Will we?” she asked in a quiet, saddened voice.
His face fell, saddened too, and he shook his head. “No, not really. The first and second years have classes together while the third and fourth years make up the advanced block.” He smiled. “We can see each other in P.E.”
“Ugh! Not P.E.”
At her old school, all they seemed to do was jumping jacks, sit-ups, and run around the gym with the
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