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I scoot my chair as far to the side of my desk as possible when I get to Biology.
It's the first time since.
I rest my hands on the table, feeling the slight roughness of the cool wood against my skin.
When he enters the room, I feel it, just like I always do, but I force my gaze downwards, staring so intently at the desk that the natural lines in the wood begin to deepen and move of their own accord.
I won't give in today.
Today when we play the game, I'm going to win.
He sits down next to me and my skin burns, aching for his touch.
I can smell him, feel the heat of his body, hear the soft rush of his breath.
See no evil. Hear no evil. Speak no evil.
'Hi.' He murmurs softly.
The sound of his voice strikes the centre of my abdomen with a flaming anvil, spreading heat and fire and scorching me until I'm sitting there as nothing but ash.
I swallow, my hands gripping onto the desk now.
I shouldn't have come.
I overestimated myself.
'Bella…' Edward murmurs, tasting my name on his sinful lips.
I squeeze my eyes shut.
'Don't.' I order. 'This is done.'
Edward's taken aback.
I can tell from the way his body freezes, his breath changing.
'No.' He says quietly, his words shattering the last shred of hope I have for taking the win.
I can control myself. I can.
But I can't.
His large hand comes to rest on my back, the warmth from him scorching me even through my jumper.
Every part of me is covered in the hope that I can avoid skin to skin contact.
What a fruitless, useless waste of time.
His hand slips under the material and then his burning palm is pressing against my bare back and I'm arching, my nipples tightening in my bra, my breath halting in my chest as flames engulf me from head to foot.
I keep my gaze forward as his fingers splay, gently stroking against my skin.
I gasp out loud as I feel my chair moving towards him, glancing down to see his leg wrapped around it, dragging it to him.
I turn my head to tell him to stop, and then I stop.
Because as soon as I meet those beautiful green eyes, I lose all train of thought, except one.
Take.
He smirks at me, licking his lips, and I have to physically fight the urge to crawl onto his lap.
His warm leg is pressing against mine now and I can't breathe, my heart pounding against my ribcage, screaming for mercy, for someone to open up and let me out.
'I missed you.' He murmurs, his fingers still stroking up my back.
He dips his head closer to me and my eyes dart to the front of the room in panic, but they're all facing the other way, enraptured by Tits and Teeth, who's bent over her desk provocatively.
I'm almost enraptured myself, except for the fact that Edward is touching me, and his mouth is so close to mine I can fucking taste him.
'Come here baby.' Edward says huskily, running his nose up my cheek, 'Give me that tongue.'
It's so hedonistic and risky because we're in a classroom full of people, but like always with him, I don't fucking care.
I turn my head to him and then his mouth is barely brushing mine, his tongue licking at the corner of my mouth all hot and wet.
I shudder.
Fucking tremble as that tongue licks across my bottom lip and his hand that's not on my back reaches up and grabs my chin, pulling my mouth open as he presses inside.
The second his tongue meets mine I'm lost, eyes rolling back into my head at the fucking taste of him.
I have to dig my nails into my palm to avoid the moan that threatens to spill out.
I feel the rumble of his chest as he groans quietly, taking my tongue with his, that slick muscle fucking my mouth, wrapping around my tongue sinfully slow.
I'm aching, hot and wet, desperation making me so slick my underwear feel wet against my inner thighs.
He takes but I take back, my hand moving to his lap and teasing his cock with my fingers.
He's straining against his jeans, thick and impossibly hot and hard like always.
I want it in my mouth, between my legs, I just want it.
Desire is overtaking me and the way he bucks up into my hand and pants into my mouth makes my body fucking burn.
And then he suddenly pulls back, turning to face forward, his hand leaving my back and gripping the desk.
I stare at him in surprise.
"Found it!" Tits and teeth announces.
I drag my eyes from Edward to find her facing the class again, clutching a USB in her dainty hand, a grin on her pouty lips.
I glance back at Edward and he's ducking his head with a grin, his cheeks pink.
He's such a fucking paradox. All shy and sweet one minute and then fucking desire incarnate in the next.
Fucks me with his hand around my throat and tells me filthy things in that sinful voice, but open's doors for teachers and always says please and thank you.
He's a Machiavellian crisis.
'That was close.' Edward mutters, glancing up at me with a wicked smirk.
I'm angry at him.
I am.
So why am I smiling back at him.
Why am I letting him run his hand up and down my leg, teasing me between my thighs as he pretends to concentrate.
And why do I let him fuck me until I'm almost screaming in the janitor's closet after class.
