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Sometimes, I forget that sixteen–year–old April and I are the same person, and I feel sad for and a little sorry to her when I experience moments with Nathan she would have killed for.
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In Adler High, the second–floor janitor’s closet was a notable hook–up spot. You just knew that for every lunch period, study hall session, or free period, a couple was getting it on in there.
I can’t tell you how often sixteen–year–old April wished Nathan Ashford would take her into that janitor’s closet.
Oh, if only she’d known.
Now, as Nathan gently pushes me backward till my back hits the wall, all thoughts of the fundraiser and Lara and her Band–Aid evaporate from my mind as his lips claim mine, his tongue sliding between.
His hands grip my hips tightly, resting on the sliver of skin between where my camisole ends and my shorts start.
A shudder runs through me when his thumbs leisurely stroke my hip bone. God, I love it when he does that.
But the point of contact isn’t enough; the need running through me demands to be satiated with more than just a light touch.
For some reason, being with Nathan like this automatically flips the switch that controls my shyness and reservations. So, I don’t feel one ounce of bashfulness when I grab his wrist, pull his hand off my waist, and place it on one of my breasts.
Nathan chuckles against my lips as he raises his other hand and squeezes, sending a sharp jolt of heat straight down to my core. I feel my nipples harden, straining against the fabric of my bra.
His hands briefly move to my shoulder and push at the opening of my flannel shirt. I let my arms fall to my side, so the shirt falls to the floor at our feet.
Nathan’s hands return to my breasts, but his lips don’t return to mine. I gasp softly when they press against my neck. I let my head fall back against the wall behind me as he sucks at the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder.
. I bite my lip to stifle the moan that escapes me when he bites down gently. The sting is like a sharp line of heat that branches out, spreading through my body.
I reach out, desperate for something to hold on to, to ground me. I grip Nathan’s shirt around his waist and pull him to me.
My eyes fly open when I feel something hard press into my lower belly.
Nathan feels me stiffen, and he freezes, too. I feel his warm breath against my neck as he exhales.
“We can stop,” he pants. There’s a slight strain in his voice that tells me that’s the last thing he wants to do. “If this is too much, we-”
He inhales sharply, and I feel the shudder that runs through his entire body when I reach between us and cup him.
I turn my head to face him, and he lifts his head from the crook of my neck so our eyes lock. His eyes have darkened to almost black.
“Is this okay?” I whisper, giving him a tentative squeeze.
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My breath stalls as his left hand slides down from my chest, past my stomach, and cups me between my legs.
“Is this okay?” he parrots.
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I whimper when he presses his palm against the crotch of my shorts. The friction sends a stab of desire straight to my brain, making me
dizzy.
So, I return the gesture, squeezing him again through his pants. He lets out a frustrated groan and, bracing a hand on the wall, pushes away from me.
I blink, feeling bereft from the sudden distance.
Nathan swears softly, running his hand through his hair.
“1-” I swallow against the dryness in my mouth. “I’m sorry, should I not have-”
“No.” He shakes his head and cups my face, his thumb caressing my cheekbones. “You did nothing wrong, baby.”
Baby.
That word, as cliché and generic as it is, makes my heart do several backflips in my chest.
“You did nothing wrong either,” I whisper. “I–I like it when you…touch me.”
Nathan closes his eyes, biting back a groan. I frown at the pained look on his face–like he’s fighting something.
“And I want to touch you, April,” he says, leaning down to peck my lips. “I want to touch you everywhere.” Another kiss. “And I want to do more than touch you.”
My hips jerk involuntarily.
“Then do,” I pant, feeling like I’m being scorched from within.
He shakes his head, and a lock of hair flops onto his forehead. “Not like this. Not here.”
I reach up and brush the stray lock away. “I don’t mind.”
He kisses me again. “I mind. I will not have our first time in a supply closet like a bunch of horny teenagers.”
I snort. “Twenty–one is barely adult.”
Nathan chuckles, and his hands fall from my face. He crouches down to pick up my fallen shirt.
When he stands, he leans in and kisses me yet again. “I noticed you didn’t dispute the ‘horny‘ part.”
“That’s because it’s true,” I whisper against his lips. “You’re not going to leave me high and dry, are you?”
I brace my hands on his hips and pull him to me forcefully. I inhale sharply when his hardness presses against the aching bundle of nerves between my thighs.
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“Fuck, April.” Nathan groans, pressing his forehead against mine. “You’re killing me.”
“Ditto,” I breathe, grinding my hips against him.
“–”
“April?”
The door to the supply closet suddenly opens, and I gasp as a switch is flipped. Bright fluorescent light illuminates the room.
Nathan and I spring apart, and as he turns, the intruder comes into full view.
Lara stands at the door, one hand gripping the handle and the other frozen on the light switch.
Her wide eyes take in Nathan and me, and her lips twitch.
“There you are.”
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