I don't really know where this came from, but I like it. Just a random
little piece from Summer's point of view.
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God, he turned her on.
Seth's desk was diagonal from her own- to the right and up one. When he'd gotten to class and found his assigned desk, he turned and gave her a little smile. Now she watched him shift around in his chair, bored. He doodled on the edge of his notebook.
Sometimes she just wanted to rip that vintage t-shirt over his head and push him back on her bed. His bed. Any bed.
She studied his body. Lean, but with muscles. Just enough muscles. She found a lot of guys around school attractive, but Seth was different. Seth was hot, and he got to her. She could feel it in her stomach when he was around her, wearing those snug t-shirts. Hell, she could feel it even when he wasn't around.
She caught herself digging her fingernails into the skin on her thighs, and she stopped. She uncrossed her legs and stretched them out from under the desk. She saw him eyeing them from the corner of his eye, so she slowly crossed them again. He returned to his doodling.
That was another thing. She knew that she turned him on. She loved it. Maybe if she kept pushing him, wearing those impossibly short skirts and shooting him those quick little smiles, he would initiate something. He had to eventually; this couldn't last forever. There was no way she could hold out.
Ever since she had kissed him by the pool she had wanted him. It started before that, really, and it had taken all of efforts to pull away from him and stroll away. She hadn't realized that she was setting herself up for so much torture.
He absentmindedly rubbed the back of his neck.
She bet that his hair would look good wet, kind of plastered against his forehead.
She licked her lips to moisten them; her mouth was getting dry. God, his lips. She had to feel them again. She wanted to take that bottom one between her teeth lightly. Just enough. She wanted to make his head spin.
There were times when all he would have to do was walk up to her and kiss her, and she'd be a goner. She wondered if he had any idea.
Even in the hospital, when they were trying to break Marissa out, she'd been overly aware of him. When he had put his hand to her mouth to silence her, all she could think about for the next moment or so was his touch.
If only she could just get him to herself for a while.
He turned his head slightly and caught her looking at him. She considered rolling her eyes and glancing away, but instead she held his eyes. The right side of his mouth twisted up into a half-smile, and she bit her bottom lip. Hard. She pretended to turn her attention to her notes, glimpsing up a few seconds later. He was still looking at her with that same grin, and she felt her blood rush to the surface of her skin.
He had no idea what he did to her. What he was doing to her.
She was dangerously close to losing her control on the whole situation.
Thank God.
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God, he turned her on.
Seth's desk was diagonal from her own- to the right and up one. When he'd gotten to class and found his assigned desk, he turned and gave her a little smile. Now she watched him shift around in his chair, bored. He doodled on the edge of his notebook.
Sometimes she just wanted to rip that vintage t-shirt over his head and push him back on her bed. His bed. Any bed.
She studied his body. Lean, but with muscles. Just enough muscles. She found a lot of guys around school attractive, but Seth was different. Seth was hot, and he got to her. She could feel it in her stomach when he was around her, wearing those snug t-shirts. Hell, she could feel it even when he wasn't around.
She caught herself digging her fingernails into the skin on her thighs, and she stopped. She uncrossed her legs and stretched them out from under the desk. She saw him eyeing them from the corner of his eye, so she slowly crossed them again. He returned to his doodling.
That was another thing. She knew that she turned him on. She loved it. Maybe if she kept pushing him, wearing those impossibly short skirts and shooting him those quick little smiles, he would initiate something. He had to eventually; this couldn't last forever. There was no way she could hold out.
Ever since she had kissed him by the pool she had wanted him. It started before that, really, and it had taken all of efforts to pull away from him and stroll away. She hadn't realized that she was setting herself up for so much torture.
He absentmindedly rubbed the back of his neck.
She bet that his hair would look good wet, kind of plastered against his forehead.
She licked her lips to moisten them; her mouth was getting dry. God, his lips. She had to feel them again. She wanted to take that bottom one between her teeth lightly. Just enough. She wanted to make his head spin.
There were times when all he would have to do was walk up to her and kiss her, and she'd be a goner. She wondered if he had any idea.
Even in the hospital, when they were trying to break Marissa out, she'd been overly aware of him. When he had put his hand to her mouth to silence her, all she could think about for the next moment or so was his touch.
If only she could just get him to herself for a while.
He turned his head slightly and caught her looking at him. She considered rolling her eyes and glancing away, but instead she held his eyes. The right side of his mouth twisted up into a half-smile, and she bit her bottom lip. Hard. She pretended to turn her attention to her notes, glimpsing up a few seconds later. He was still looking at her with that same grin, and she felt her blood rush to the surface of her skin.
He had no idea what he did to her. What he was doing to her.
She was dangerously close to losing her control on the whole situation.
Thank God.
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