His Dangerous Obsession

Chapter 8

The girls hissed with curious eyes, calling out to him. "Andrew?" They flipped through every inch of the room and started looking through every nook and cranny as they roamed around, searching for us. One of the girls refused to give up, throwing a fit as she did so, saying, "I swear I saw him coming here!" Melissa smacked her lips together while looking at the girls, who were basically in tears with worried expressions. Just as she did, she couldn't help but let out a sarcastic laugh. "Shut up, slaves. I don't understand why you guys are even chasing him. He won't ever like you, but as for me, I'm obviously a different story." Her face turned into a grin as she watched the other girls sigh in response, not putting up a fight with her delusional statement.

It was just weird for me. While the girls argued about who owned Andrew, here I was on top of a shirtless Andrew, essentially living their wildest dream. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in my sort of accomplishment. Thanks to the hole in the lockers, we could make out what was going on outside. Their disarranged sad faces made me feel fulfilled with my position. Melissa, who stepped closer towards her locker, gave me a weird feeling, as if she could see us. It made me feel almost uncomfortable, which prompted me to inch closer towards Andrew, trying to get away from Melissa's strange gaze. Andrew, who had his head tilted down because of how tall he was, finally mustered up some courage to speak. 'Ah, it's squishy and so tight...' His chest rose up and down, his cheeks a faint pink colour, and his breathing quite heavy. Oh gosh, but his panting and the noises that escaped from his soft lips were just so irresistible. Through the holes of the locker, I could see the girls turning around with their hands on their chests in response to Andrew's peculiar noises. 'Can you hear that? It sounds weird,' one of the girls finally exclaimed.

Dang it Andrew, shut up!

I'm not about to get caught because of Andrew's usual breathing problems!" Andrew's deep voice turned into a low whisper, as if he were trying to put me under some sort of sleeping spell. "A-ah, I'm sorry, I might make you wet." I lifted my head, my eyes wide open in response to his baffling words flowing from his sweet lips. "What?" My gaze faltered for a moment, falling on his long, naked, slim legs. "I don't want to make you cry, m-mmh." His noises led my mind to the most unconventional scenarios that could take place in such a position as this. I felt embarrassed by my thoughts, as if Andrew could read them, and my eyes quickly averted, peering through the holes. The more I rested my ears, the more easily I could hear the steps of the students growing louder and closer than before. Instead of giving Andrew the emergency medical attention he probably needed, judging by the sounds he let out, I looked behind me and saw the girls approaching. At this point in time, the hole was completely overshadowed by them, with no light coming through to this cramped space. It was as if one wrong move could spell doom for us. I placed a hand over Andrew's mouth, sealing it with his cold yet refreshing lips. They were easier to reach thanks to him bending his legs to fit, making his warm, hard abs make contact with my chest.

We were basically hugging

His rosy lips were covered by my hand, tickling me with every breath. 'I-' Andrew let out, breathing heavily as he did so, his emerald eyes moving up and down my body until they finally settled on my lips. 'I can't control it any longer,' he whispered. 'It's too dark.' His voice turned into a low, seductive hiss. He stood up as much as he could, slowly removed my hand from his mouth, and then rested it on my waist. Andrew began to caress my hand ever so gently, his beautifully cut nails lightly digging into my smooth skin, which felt good. Before I could bring this prince back to his senses, he grabbed my hand tightly, chaining me to his merciless expression. My eyes faltered at the sight, and I tried to back off, slowly inching away from him. My escape was quickly cut short when I collided with the locker's door, perfectly trapping Andrew and me together, just as he probably wanted. "Please don't resist me," he whispered, his eyes drenched with lust, fading in and out of consciousness. My world then spun as he flipped me, and I found myself against the locker wall, with Andrew now covering the peepholes with his back. The room was nearly pitch-black, and I could barely make out our positions due to Andrew's placement.

"Andrew, keep it in your pants. We're going to get caught!" Right now, I didn't care how amazing Andrew smelled or looked, but I cared if someone would catch me in this position with my cousin of all people. Yet, Andrew didn't stop coming closer, eating away at our distance, with his loud panting only getting louder. Andrew drew so close, holding my cheek with one hand and kissed me. My eyes twitched in response, his other free handheld the wall. His lips were so soft and delicious, while his breath was heavy and warm. I tried to nudge his body away from me, and just as I did, Andrew's red lips parted from mine but stayed close to my lips, exchanging our every breath, as our mouths inched a little closer, breathing a long breath and sounding as if he were begging me. His hands grabbed my wrists and pinned me tight to the wall behind me with no way to defend myself, and I couldn't help but feel as if we were being watched.

My eyes squinted slowly as I watched him clasp his lips with mine yet again before I couldn't take in another breath of the fresh, warm air that smelled like us. My consciousness was gleaming in and out, feeling as if I were immersed in our kiss; it was warm and wet, but he tasted... good – almost like a drug to me. I couldn't even exhale before it happened; his pale hands cupped my cheeks, and his grip on my face was too strong for me to fight back. Did I have any reason to fight back, though? I didn't resist the urges to love this man right here and now because, to be honest, I liked it, a lot.