Page 106 of Lessons In Grey
My brows furrowed as he slid out of the car and walked around it, fixing his cuffs, his jacket, straightening his tie just before he reached for my door.
A smile graced my lips as he opened it and held out a hand, smiling right back at me.
I took his hand, letting him pull me out, shouldering my bag with ease, my heart fluttering at the sentiment.
He shut the door behind me and locked it, joining my side, people now stopping to blatantly stare at us as we startedacross the lot. “You are so beautiful when you smile,” he told me, looking over, his hand brushing mine as we walked.
Butterflies fluttered in my stomach with each brush of our hands, our shoulders. “It feels good, smiling so much. I feel…normal for the first time in a long time.” I chewed on my lip, my face twisting. “Is that bad? Don’t therapists usually avoid sex as a treatment option?”
“We’re each other’s vice of choice, Emily,” he mumbled, his eyes flicking to my lips and back. “Who cares what they think.”
Relief touched me. “Oh good, and here I thought you were one of those decent criminals with morals and shit.”
He laughed, causing my smile to widen. “I have some morals, if I didn’t, I’d be bending you over my desk today and fucking you in front of the entire class, making sure that the entire school knows that you’re mine and mine alone.”
My face felt too hot, and my eyes widened, my heart hammering. Fuck, I didn’t think I could wait until lunch. I grabbed his hand, suddenly needing any sort of real physical contact. I pulled him to a stop just outside the front doors, my eyes locked on his lips.
His brows furrowed until he saw my eyes, his pupils widened. He closed his eyes, releasing a slow breath. “Baby, please do not tempt me. Please. We’ll both be kicked out.”
I closed my own eyes and shook my head, trying to douse my mind in metaphorical cold water. He had gotten his release, but I still needed mine. My eyes found his again, I was desperate. I needed to drown in his euphoria, even if it was just a quick dose before classes.
Fucking him was like injecting myself with adrenaline and joy and excitement. It was feeling everything everywhere in the best possible way. It was electrifying, mind-altering, ecstasy on top of ecstasy. It was as if I wasn’t whole anymore without his cock inside of me, and by the look in his eyes, he felt the same way.
Fuck, maybe I should call some sort of therapist because thiscouldn’t be healthy.
But God, I didn’t care. I really, truly did not care.
He growled under his breath, a warning or concession, I didn’t know. “Emily—”
“Em!”
I jumped, head whipping around, finding Ash and Syn walking up, waving.
I sucked in my lips, glancing back to Grey who had turned away from us. Shit. We should have just stayed at the loft today. Just one day, there wouldn’t have been any harm in it, right?
I turned back to the others and smiled, lifting a hand. “Hey,” I greeted, casually shifting from one foot to the other to hide my sudden discomfort.
They hopped up onto the sidewalk, Ash taking me in. “You look good today, how was yesterday?” she asked, waggling her brows.
Didn’t help. Didn’t help at all. “Good,” I replied tightly. “It was good, yeah, did you two get enough work done?”
Syn’s cheeks warmed, her eyes dropping.
Ash smiled, shoving her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket. “I studied something,” she cheesed. “Come on, it’s freezing out here.” She walked by me, the two of them leading the way.
Grey and I exchanged a glance as we fell in step behind them. “Good?” he asked, closing the distance between us until our hands were, once again, brushing by each other with each step.
My face burned hot, and I turned ahead, Ash holding the door open for all of us, the heat of the college blasting by us. No, no I wasn’t.
“I love your outfit today,” Syn commented as we made our way down the hall. “It fits you.”
I smoothed out my black hoodie with neon green designs, my red pants, hugging me comfortably, and black combat boots completing the look. “Thanks.” I was trying to rediscover myself. It has been two days and two nights since I’ve moved out, and itwas far easier than I wanted to admit out loud to discover what I really liked again. I suppose I never really lost it, I just never put much thought into it before. I hadn’t cared what I looked like before, but now I did. Whether it was because of my freedom or something much more angering to today’s societal standards, I didn’t care. I liked it.
I was learning to like it.
“You look beautiful,” I told her, taking in her white skirt, baby blue hoodie, and black booties. “I love your boots.”
She smiled brightly. “Thank you, Ash got them for me for my birthday.”