He kissed down my neck, his stubble scratching it slightly. My fingers threaded through his curls, legs wrapped around his waist. I pulled him closer, our fronts pushed tightly against one another almost like we were merging together. Papers were scattered across his desk, some floating down to the floor.
"Mr.Evans" I breathed out in gasps like I was struggling for air. His kisses didn't stop, they only intensified.
"Logan" I tried again. "This isn't right" but I didn't want it to end.
"I don't care" was the only murmured response I got back.
Clarissa Matthews thought she had it all; she had a loving home where her family would all eat at the table together, the quarterback for a boyfriend making those typical stereotypes where quarterback dates head cheerleader a reality, good grades, except for math, so that she could go away to a good university, and a group of friends that she could tell everything too. Life couldn't be more perfect for her.
Last years History teacher had retired so new staffing had taken place. Clarissa had taken history among other classes finding it to be interesting. And the new teacher is making things even more interesting.