His lips were almost warm upon mine. I felt his fingertips brush the hair from my cheek as the cool breeze fluttered loose strands around my face. The bell rang and his cold hand slid down my arm. His fingers twined with mine. Edward walked me to class and took the seat next to me. Mr. Banner wheeled the rickety metal cart into the class. He popped in a video tape about global warming and turned out the lights.

Edward's stool scraped against the linoleum floor. He was as close to me as he could be without me sitting on his lap. A place I wouldn't have minded being at this moment. I tried to keep the rush of sinful thoughts from flooding my brain and focused my attention on the film. The electricity pulsing between our arms as they rested on the black desktop was coursing through my veins. I wondered if he could feel it too.

I felt his hand grip my knee under the table and my head turned to look at him. He faced forward, not returning my glare. His hand slowly moved up my thigh and I lost my breath. I saw Mike Newton turn around and look at me. I managed a half smile and then tried to play it off like I just needed to clear my throat. Again I looked at Edward. I saw a wicked grin sweep across his lips. His hand squeezed my leg and I placed my own hand on top of his. I tried to tell him that this wasn't the time or place with my eyes but he didn't seem to notice. He let his hand slide down between my legs and it caught me off guard. I lost my balance on the high stool and started to fall off. He caught me with one hand and steadied me on my seat. He took my trembling hand and placed it on the hard bulge in his jeans. This was so unlike him. What was he thinking? In a class full of people?

He ran my hand over the growing mass and closed his eyes. I was in shock by his lack of concern for getting caught. I cupped him in my hand and his head bent backward. I pulled my hand away quickly and he turned and winked at me. My cheeks were flaming with the blush he so loved. He had surprised me and was enjoying every minute of it.

I took out a piece of paper and scribbled frantically.

"What the hell are you thinking?"

He ignored me.

"Seriously, Edward."

Still nothing. I wasn't going to get an answer.

The credits began to roll on the screen and Mr. Banner brought the lights in the room back up. The bell rang and I jumped down from my stool and tried to do my best at storming out of the room. I tripped over the strap of Mike's book bag and began to tumble forward. Edward's hand gripped my elbow and brought be back up on both feet. No one even noticed.

I pulled my arm away from him when we were in the hallway. No matter how fast I walked he glided right beside me. I hurried to gym class without speaking a word to him. He still had that amused look on his face. I left his side at the locker room door without saying goodbye.