A/N: It's getting hot in here 🙈

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Chapter Four: Exams

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Luke:

I'm trying to be a good boyfriend, I really am.

January means first semester final exams for high-school.

Ophelia is such a nerd. She's disciplined and studious and it's one of the things I love about her, and so I don't wanna, you know, distract her.

I've been trying to give her more time and space so she can study, so she can focus on her exams. She's taking all core courses this semester so I know she has a lot of work to do.

Except I miss her.

And I miss kissing her.

It's a Wednesday morning before I head off to my life-guarding shift at the local pool when I get a message from her that makes me smile.

Luke I hate math

I know you do, Feelz
You can do it, tho
When's the test again?

Friday. Last one and then I'm FREE
I need a break from studying before
my brain starts rotting 😭

How about...

How about what

How about you study really hard today
Then you can come by my place later
We can watch a movie and you can take
a break

What time are you done at the pool?

3:30

I can be there at 4:15?

Perfect.
Except you better study really hard
or else the deal's off

Yes, MOM

😉gtg see you later
Crush those polynomials

I'll try. see yah

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So, uh, we don't actually end up watching a movie.

Not my fault, okay? She's stressed and tired and we haven't seen each other since the weekend so we, you know. Make-out a little.

It's good stress relief, you know? Something like that. Her hands in my hair, my tongue in her mouth, our chests pressing together.

I knew even before I kissed her that first time that I was screwed. I went out with a couple girls in high-school but nothing, no one, makes me feel the way she does.

I can't keep my hands off her.

She lets her head fall back and I graze my teeth along her pulse, press wet kisses to the soft, delicate skin covering her collarbone. She's making those little sounds that she makes, holding me, pressing close and I know we should take a breather but she feels too good right now. Five more minutes.

I skim my fingertips up her spine and she sighs, buries her head in the space between my neck and my shoulder, nuzzles her face there a little, squirming. "Luke, I want..."

"You want what, baby?"

Her eyelashes are a soft flutter against the underside of my jaw and her breaths are falling hot and heavy against my skin. "I don't know, Luke, I just want..."

Fuck... she doesn't know what she wants, she just knows that her body wants something and... oh Feelz. I want to give her everything.

I trail my lips down the side of her neck just how she likes it, nudging the crook of her shoulder, letting the scruff of my jaw scrape faintly against her skin. She tilts her head to the side, drifts her fingers into my hair, exhales a breathy sigh.

I can feel her lower half pressing against mine as she arches her hips, almost instinctively. Shit. She really has no idea what she's doing to me. Her little navy dress rides up and she grips onto me, breathes out my name as I suck on her neck. She tastes like... damn, I don't know. Like salt and sweet and innocence and Ophelia.

Her skin is so soft and smooth and lush and flushes with heat where I touch her, where I kiss her.

I want to kiss her everywhere.

Isn't that fucking terrifying?

She's squirming, quivering, trembling. I skate my hands down her bare arms and a shudder runs down her body.

I'm so hard for her right now. Shit.

I know we should stop. But she's horny and she wants and I want too.

"Luke," she whispers, her chest rising and falling with rapid, uneven breaths. She presses herself closer to me, scoots herself closer and I groan because under her dress she's just wearing thin, sheer grey tights and panties, and I can tell how hot the space between her thighs is, as she sits on my lap and crushes her front against mine. "Please."

God, she's going to drive me so fricking insane.  She doesn't even know what she's begging for. Doesn't know all the things we could do together, things that right now I can't stop thinking about.

My mind is filled with a warm, fuzzy liquid haze. The only thing I can focus on is Ophelia, Ophelia, Ophelia. Soft and warm and sweet and mine.

My hands slip down the dip of her slender waist and come to rest on her hips, and then this time they don't stop. My fingers brush the tips of her knees, and then I float my palms up her thighs, fiddle with the edge of her dress.

My heart is hammering against my chest as I imagine slipping this dress off her head, seeing what colour her underwear is beneath it, revealing her bare skin, the swell of her breasts.

Yeah, fuck. I want to see her boobs. Kiss them. Touch them. Sue me.

"Ophelia," I grumble against her lips, still toying with flimsy fabric bunched around her thighs. "Can I... take off your dress?"

Her beautiful, sparkling brown eyes widen and a small, surprised sound falls from the back of her throat. Her cheeks are flushed pink with heat and her silky brown hair is rumpled from my fingers. Damn, she's beautiful.

"We don't have to," I quickly assure. My voice is gravelly and hoarse and I swallow back the dry lump in my throat.

She bites her lip, her teeth sinking into the soft, full pink flesh that's all swollen from how hard we were kissing. "Okay," she murmurs, her lips rounding into a pout. She looks so... bright and slightly disheveled. And little. She's small but sturdy, slender but curvy and I want to trace every last inch of her with my fingers, with my tongue.

Stop it, moron.

Fuck, we should slow down.

Breathe. Think about Uncle Roger having a spongebath. Something besides her, us, this, now.

Ophelia, Ophelia, Ophelia.

Slowly, my shaking hands grasp the hem of her dress and slide it gently up, over her round thighs, higher, over her stomach, and up even further. My fingers graze her ribcage and her breath catches. She lifts her arms up and I slip the fabric off her, toss it somewhere on the bed beside us.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Holy shit.

She's perfect.

I can't stop staring at her.

Her skin is creamy, smooth, looks so soft. Her flat stomach heaves with every inhale and exhale. Her belly-button is an outie, and I somehow think it's adorable and sexy at the same fricking time. I can feel my pulse roaring in my ears as I let myself look at her chest, at the lacy white cups of her bra that are moulded to the full roundness of her breasts.

Her tits strain against the material, push up and out from the top of it in soft swells. They're a little bigger and fuller than I would have expected and suddenly all I can think about is touching them, holding them, squeezing them.

I want to get rid of her bra and see what kind of pink her nipples are against the milky skin that surrounds them. Want to rub them with my fingers, suck them into my mouth, bite them.

Her legs are parted, feet behind her, as she straddles me. Her thin grey tights stop just below her belly-button and are so transparent that I can see the white triangle of her panties beneath them.

Her bra and panties are a pure, bright, innocent white.

Fuck.

"Feelz," I breathe. I know I'm staring, my mouth hanging open like some kinda perv. "You're... beautiful. You're perfect, Ophelia."

My hands are fisting the sheets at my sides to stop myself from touching her.

My eyes flit up to her face, to see if she's okay with this.

Shit, how many lines have we just crossed?

Right now I don't even care.

She's looking back at me with this soft, vulnerable, unsure look on her face except it's also mixed with excitement and what I'm pretty sure is no small amount of desire.

Her hands come to rest on my chest, and then before I know it, her fingers are floating down, dangerously close my painfully conspicuous hard-on.

She reaches for the edge of my plain black t-shirt, chews on her bottom lip as she pulls it a couple inches away from my body and says in a throaty, breathy voice, "Can I?"

She shouldn't.

We shouldn't.

"Okay."

I watch her body move as she begins to tug my shirt off. My skin is burning, holy hell.

And then my shirt is discarded somewhere, and I'm watching her big brown eyes go all dark and hooded as she takes in my bare chest.

And then her hands are touching me, fingertips skating across muscle, those pretty pink lips curled into a slightly parted O. Her breathing hitches.

Sensory overload.

I can't help it anymore. I put my hands on the warm, naked skin of her waist, float them to her back, pull her against me so our bare stomachs press together.

"Luke," she whimpers, and the desperate, helpless, neediness of it is what gets me. I grasp the back of her head with one of my hands, draw her towards me. I kiss her, hard and hungry and she kisses me back, her small hands gripping my biceps, clutching my shoulders, grasping at my hair.

Our bodies are sliding against each other and the feeling of her skin against mine is the most incredible thing ever. My hands are running all over her arms, down her sides, across her back, over her hips, and she's loving it, I know. From the way her body is pressing and curving and wriggling against mine, like she wants to get closer. Closer... ah fuck.

Shy and hesitant seems to have fallen out of the window. Now there's nothing innocent in the way she's kissing me, the way her tongue slips into my mouth and her teeth nip at my lips, her hands exploring the planes and ridges of my chest.

There's so much heat gathering between us, we're breathing so hard, panting.

I kiss a hot trail down her neck, down over her bare shoulder, down to kiss the tops of her breasts. She tilts back, pushes her chest up to meet my mouth, lets out these ridiculously sexy moans and whimpers as my fingers travel to the straps of her bra, itching to pull the thin white bands down her arms, to reach around her and fumble with the clasp that I have no fricking clue how to open. To pull the thing off so I can touch her and kiss her and...

There's a loud knock on my bedroom door that makes us both jump.

Fuck.

She lets out a little squeak and scrambles off my lap, grasping for her dress and holding it to her chest.

I'm reaching for my t-shirt as the door opens a few inches and Dad's voice says dryly, "Ten seconds to get decent and then I'm coming in."

We quickly fumble with our clothing and then we're both dressed but still flushed and disarranged... shit, I grab a pillow to cover the front of my jeans just as the door opens all the way.

Feelz and I don't look at each other, or meet my dad's eyes.

He lets out an unimpressed grumbling sound and I scrub the bottom of my face, feeling like I just crashed from a hundred to zero in ten seconds. "Apparently," he begins, raising an eyebrow and looking knowingly between the both of us, "Ophelia isn't answering her phone or checking the time. You parents called to make sure you'll be home for supper."

I glance at the clock beside my bed and find that it's already close to 5:30. Damn.

"Um, sorry Uncle Dylan. I'll, uh..."

"Don't you have examinations you should be studying for?"

She slides off the edge of the bed, smooths out her dress, reaches for her bag from the ground. "I was studying all day, Uncle Dylan. I was just, um, taking a break."

"Mhm. Move your arse, sweetheart. Or else your mum will have my head."

I follow her out of my room to say good-bye while Dad holds the bedroom door open unnecessarily, waiting for us both to exit before letting us be.

She slips into her jacket and boots and then looks up at me with those eyes of hers.

We should probably talk, sometime, about where things just went back there.

But for now I just pull her towards me and press a kiss to her forehead. She wraps her arms around my torso and mumbles into my shirt, "Bye."

She sounds as disappointed and dazed as I feel.

"Bye, Feelz. Good luck with your test on Friday."

"Thanks." She leans up to press a peck on my cheek and then she's fishing for her car keys and I'm opening the front door for her and then she's gone and I can still remember the way her half-bare body felt tucked so close to mine... damn.

I'm pretty sure I'm gonna need to take, uh, a nice, long shower.

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A/N:

*fans self*

Damn they had me feeling all kindsa ways that chapter.

Who knew Daddy Dylan would be so strict and disapproving... lmao.

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