Hannah
Kyle Andrews had been my object of obsession since Mrs.Williams seated me next to him in biology. (It always happens in biology, doesn't it?) It seemed as if he got more and more attractive every day that I looked at him, which happened to be every day. Sometimes while he was working I would just stop and stare at him. He'd caught me over a million times and had never said anything, so I never stopped.
He was tall, close to six feet, or maybe he just looked that way to me because I was so short. He had dirty blonde hair that was cropped short which he had the habit of running his hands through, transforming it into a spikey disarray. Made me think about running my own hands through it...tangling my fingers in it...tugging on it...I fought the urge to purr. He had an entire row of piercings along his left ear and a lower left lip piercing, both of which gave him a bad boy edge that kinda made you wonder how bad he really was behind the scenes...or beneath the sheets. Despite the animosity and rebellion implied in all the piercings, he was very sweet and well-mannered, and he dressed nicely. He tended to wear a lot of American Eagle and dress shirts, only every once in a while would he dress to match the image his piercings gave off.
When I first met him, he was a pretty quiet guy, though he wasn't shy or stuck up. I figured he probably didn't have much to say. He did, however, respond to joking and casual conversation very well as long as you were the one to initiate. He was extremely clever, and very quick with sarcastic remarks. Once you got his talking going, he'd joke with you all day. He liked guitar and videogames, during the summer he and his two best friends, Jacob and Joey, all drove to the beach and spent two weeks there. His favorite classes were are and weightlifting, his favorite band was Shinedown.
However, Kyle had not yet mentioned any sort of girlfriend or past girlfriends. He never mentioned or hinted in any way that he might be attracted to someone. It was as if he didn't feel any sexual attraction toward anyone. Maybe, he was gay...such a shame. I could think of a million things to do to that body of his.
Dear God. A million hot, sweaty, delicious things that we could do.
If only he were interested.
He couldn't be gay. I had the most difficult time imagining Joey Morn or Jacob Talley being friends with anyone homosexual, but maybe I was wrong.
"Hannah?"
His lips were so soft looking, and they had body. They weren't flat like most other guys. The way his tongue flicked across them or his teeth when he licked his lips or spoke sent a jolt of electricity through my body. If there was anyone in this school that I would have sex with, it would have to be Kyle...
"Hannah..."
...And I would enjoy every intoxicating second of it.
"Hannaaaaah. Yoohoo! We have work to do, kid! Stop daydreaming about all the nasty things you'd do to me if you could and help me do this biology crap."
"Hm?" I blinked. "Oh." We were seated beside each other, which meant we were not only lab partners, but work partners (and cheaters every once in a while). "What about your hot body?"
He leaned in so close that I could smell the Dragonfruit gum that he chewed. Mmm...I bet he'd tast magnificent.
He chuckled. "You may as well forget the fact that you want to rub yourself all over it until you're sweaty and screaming in pleasure. Because it's not likely."
I pushed my lower lip out in a pout that I hoped was as adorable as it would be if he'd done it. "Why do you have to crush such a beautiful dream?"
"Because we have work to do." He grinned. God. The guy loved to tease me.
"Fine." I bent my head to look at the papers we were assigned to complete.
