when we met. l/locker room.

Our prank war had admittedly gotten out of control, but neither Nathan nor I had any intention of giving up.

Earlier that day, in the middle of history class, I reached into my backpack for a pen. I felt something strange inside. I grabbed it nervously and pulled it out. In my hand was a rather large fake spider, which at that moment, I didn’t realize was fake. I screamed and dropped it. It was humiliating. I gave Nathan the death stare as he laughed his ass off. He was a dead man.

That afternoon, I slipped out of French class early. With the help of my favorite teacher, who had the best sense of humor of any teacher I’d ever had, I filled a bunch of balloons with water. We stacked them up inside Nathan’s locker, carefully propping them up just right so they would fall the moment he opened the door.

When the final bell rang, I hid down the hall peeking from around the corner to watch the balloons fall. As Nathan got drenched, I couldn’t hold in my laughter which was bad because Nathan spotted me immediately. He wasn’t pleased. What he was, was wet. Sadly, one of the balloons didn’t pop, so Nathan had ammunition. He grabbed it and came after me.

I ran down the hall, weaving between students trying to leave for the day. I kept looking back over my shoulder to see if I was safe. I wasn’t and I needed to hide. Approaching the gym, I grabbed the door to the locker room and slipped inside. I leaned back against the inside of the door, panting, trying to catch my breath. I closed my eyes and rested my hand on my chest.

When I heard a noise, I knew it wasn’t Nathan because I was still leaning against the closed door. I opened my eyes. No. Definitely not Nathan. And this was definitely not the girls’ locker room. Fuck.

I found myself staring at a perfectly sculpted nude male. Holden Matthews. Smart. Gorgeous. Irresistible. I swallowed hard. I should focus on his face, not his… naughty bits. Not his abs. Not even his arms. No. His face. But that proved difficult.

“Hello there,” he said. His voice tore me out of my trance, and I finally looked at his face. His beautiful smiling face.

“I’m so sorry. I was being chased. We play these pranks and… water balloons… and I had to hide and I wasn’t thinking and I’m so sorry.” I was rambling, speaking at an unnatural speed.

“Hey,” he said, coming closer. Holy crap. He needs to cover up before I pass out. “Relax, sweetheart.” He rested a hand on my arm. “Do you need me to hide you?”

“I… um… I don’t know. It might be safe now. I don’t know.” I was rambling again, and that only made him smile more. “Do you want to… um… cover up?” My eyes involuntarily turned down, much to his amusement.

“Do you want me to cover up?”

“Fuck.” I mumbled under my breath. “I’m supposed to say yes, right?”

“Not necessarily, Amanda.” Again he smiled.

“You know my name?”

“Of course I do. You’re the hot girl in my physics class.”

“What?” Holy shit. The hot girl? “Did Holden Matthews just call me hot?”

“He did.” He smiled again. And I smiled back.

I don’t know what happened to me then. But something did because suddenly, my hands were grabbing his face and pulling his mouth to mine. For a moment, he was shocked, but then his hands sank into my hair, and he kissed me back with more magic than I ever thought possible.

When our mouths parted, I found the sexiest smile on his face. I couldn’t stop my eyes from dropping once more. And I was faced with irrefutable evidence that our kiss was as good for him as it was for me.

—♥—

p.s. — You’re going to have to imagine the towel not being there (if you are so inclined). 

Hot guy: French model Corentin Huard (He is 26 years old—not a teenager. Just so you know.) 

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