"Kiss me." He doesn't even miss a beat.
"Not that." I shake my head softly and he moves the shirt closer to him "Okay! Okay." I nod totally dreading what's about to happen. Why am I even so pressed about hiding a word written on a shirt form him.
I don't even have to move that close to him as we're already close enough due to me trying to get my shirt back, I run my hand around his neck and into the back of his hair. He looks down at me and I tip toe taking it upon my desire and lean in meeting his lips.
I hold my breath forgetting to breath as I try not to linger but I do, my face heats up and I can only imagine how red my cheeks are right now. My eyes open looking up at a completely dumbfounded Saint.
I lick my lips as the electrical sparks that flew between us still linger on my lips, "Can I have it back now?" I whisper and he lowers his hand giving it to me. I grab it moving away from him and stuff it in my bag.
I storm out leaving him behind and start pasting to my locker, I can't help but run my fingers across my lips with a smile plastered on my face. I can't believe we just kissed. The one thing I've been avoiding most just happened. And, it felt good.
The bell rings scaring me out my day dream, already? Your telling me an hour went by already? I didn't even notice the time passing. I open my locker and practically throw my bag in there. "You got a shirt." Tomas' voice comes out of nowhere.
I close my locker with a folder in hand "Yep." I nod "How um, how was class?"
"Boring, your mate wasn't there so I'm guessing he was with you. Judging but the fact you're wearing his shirt." We starts to walk.
"Imma need you to do me a favour." I tell Tomas and he turns to me. "Stop picking up on things." He chuckles making me smile. We walk towards our English class and walk in just as the bell rings, my eyes glance to Saints but I look away immediately.
Our English teacher walks in not long after us and he starts setting his work up. All throughout lesson I try keeping my eyes off him but I can't, but I do get good at looking at him when he's not looking which is rare.
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