“I'm going to go now,” I said with about as much conviction as he’d used. “Are you?” he asked, his free hand sliding around my waist, his fingers curling, reeling me in as he stepped further between my legs. “I am,” I said, breathless, desperate. And not to leave. But to touch him without fear of what would happen if we crossed this line on school property. Of the trouble we'd both be in if anyone ever found out.
