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an obscure hallway where few people passed.
“Okay, okay,” she gurgled, wiping her cheek while attempting to look lady-like. “You win.”
He stopped chuckling, reached for her, and pulled her into a standing position. “I’m not trying to win.” His hands went to her arms and he rubbed along the length of them to temper her amusement. “I’m preventing you from doing something you’ll regret.”
“I know,” she admitted, grinning back at him. “It’s just, I hate it when something isn’t fair. Justice should be served.”
“Until it’s you who’s on the other end. Then justice isn’t so great.”
Trying to listen to him wasn’t very easy with the way his fingertips were gliding along the side of her neck. “Don’t laugh,” she petitioned, “but if you’re going to say something that I have to think about, you can’t rub my neck at the same time.”
He laughed regardless. “I better get going,” he mumbled, hugging her into him, making no effort to leave.
If it were up to her, they’d run away to some remote island together. Lucky for their grades, he was the more practical type. And yet his class had started over ten minutes ago. But instead of supporting him, she pulled back and said the same sort of thing she did yesterday, and the day before that. “I think today would be a good day to skip class, don’t you? This might be the last sunny day for a long time, and didn’t you say you missed breakfast this morning? That’s not very healthy, you know. Why don’t we—”
He pressed his lips to hers.
It wasn’t until a guy cleared his throat behind them that they realized they weren’t alone. How anyone could spot them in such a secluded spot, Heather would never know.
“Are you planning on attending class sometime today?” The voice belonged to Peter, an architectural grad-student that was both a student-teacher for one of Nick’s classes, as well as a colleague. Nick didn’t stop coming onto her though, only waved his hand in a gesture for the guy to go away.
The silence told them they were alone again. “Do you really have to go to class today?” she questioned as his lips continued to trace a path around her jaw.
“Can you tell me why,” he breathed into her neck, “when I’m holding you like this,” he drew her in closer, wrapping her snugly against him, “and I’m kissing you like this,” he devoured the tender spot along her jaw, brazenly making his way to the corner of her lips, “it’s still never enough?”
She couldn’t help but grasp the front of his jacket, giggling, holding on as if to never let go.
“Because you’re crazy about me?” she suggested.
“Only one person has ever made me crazy,” he responded. “And yes, that happens to be you.”
And the memory was over.
When I glanced back across the ballroom, he was gone.
From what Liz and I remembered, he’d never seen me look so feminine. The white sundress I’d borrowed from her was modestly sexy, she’d styled my hair so there was shine and body to it, and she did my makeup soft and natural, “to enunciate my features” she had told me. The whole primping process had never been my thing like it was Liz’s, but I had to admit, she made me feel like a princess tonight. And I knew, without vanity, that my look would shock him.
More apprehensive than ever, yes; but willing to let that deter me, never!
I took a deep breath and then followed Peter to our assigned table, which was toward the front of the room. Don’t look back , I kept repeating to myself, doubtfully wondering if he was still watching me. I concentrated on getting to the table, allowing the soft buzz of conversations to hold me.
When we arrived at our table, a middle-aged couple was sitting next to a girl I assumed was both another grad student as well as their daughter since they were all chatting intimately together. Liz and I took our seats, me nervously squirming and Liz sharing a hasty smile with the other
“Okay, okay,” she gurgled, wiping her cheek while attempting to look lady-like. “You win.”
He stopped chuckling, reached for her, and pulled her into a standing position. “I’m not trying to win.” His hands went to her arms and he rubbed along the length of them to temper her amusement. “I’m preventing you from doing something you’ll regret.”
“I know,” she admitted, grinning back at him. “It’s just, I hate it when something isn’t fair. Justice should be served.”
“Until it’s you who’s on the other end. Then justice isn’t so great.”
Trying to listen to him wasn’t very easy with the way his fingertips were gliding along the side of her neck. “Don’t laugh,” she petitioned, “but if you’re going to say something that I have to think about, you can’t rub my neck at the same time.”
He laughed regardless. “I better get going,” he mumbled, hugging her into him, making no effort to leave.
If it were up to her, they’d run away to some remote island together. Lucky for their grades, he was the more practical type. And yet his class had started over ten minutes ago. But instead of supporting him, she pulled back and said the same sort of thing she did yesterday, and the day before that. “I think today would be a good day to skip class, don’t you? This might be the last sunny day for a long time, and didn’t you say you missed breakfast this morning? That’s not very healthy, you know. Why don’t we—”
He pressed his lips to hers.
It wasn’t until a guy cleared his throat behind them that they realized they weren’t alone. How anyone could spot them in such a secluded spot, Heather would never know.
“Are you planning on attending class sometime today?” The voice belonged to Peter, an architectural grad-student that was both a student-teacher for one of Nick’s classes, as well as a colleague. Nick didn’t stop coming onto her though, only waved his hand in a gesture for the guy to go away.
The silence told them they were alone again. “Do you really have to go to class today?” she questioned as his lips continued to trace a path around her jaw.
“Can you tell me why,” he breathed into her neck, “when I’m holding you like this,” he drew her in closer, wrapping her snugly against him, “and I’m kissing you like this,” he devoured the tender spot along her jaw, brazenly making his way to the corner of her lips, “it’s still never enough?”
She couldn’t help but grasp the front of his jacket, giggling, holding on as if to never let go.
“Because you’re crazy about me?” she suggested.
“Only one person has ever made me crazy,” he responded. “And yes, that happens to be you.”
And the memory was over.
When I glanced back across the ballroom, he was gone.
From what Liz and I remembered, he’d never seen me look so feminine. The white sundress I’d borrowed from her was modestly sexy, she’d styled my hair so there was shine and body to it, and she did my makeup soft and natural, “to enunciate my features” she had told me. The whole primping process had never been my thing like it was Liz’s, but I had to admit, she made me feel like a princess tonight. And I knew, without vanity, that my look would shock him.
More apprehensive than ever, yes; but willing to let that deter me, never!
I took a deep breath and then followed Peter to our assigned table, which was toward the front of the room. Don’t look back , I kept repeating to myself, doubtfully wondering if he was still watching me. I concentrated on getting to the table, allowing the soft buzz of conversations to hold me.
When we arrived at our table, a middle-aged couple was sitting next to a girl I assumed was both another grad student as well as their daughter since they were all chatting intimately together. Liz and I took our seats, me nervously squirming and Liz sharing a hasty smile with the other
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