janitor-closet

Don__ ask where I got this idea, because I couldn__ tell you, but I knew precisely where we were going, and I was sure that this might officially make me a slut. But when we reached the door of the unused janitor__ closet, I had no feeling of shame_ not yet, at least.I grasped the doorknob and noticed Wesley__ eyes narrow with suspicion. I yanked open the door, checked that no one was watching, and gestured for him to go inside. Wesley walked into the tiny closet, and I followed, shutting the door stealthily behind us.__omething tells me this isn__ about The Scarlet Letter,_ he said, and even in the dark I knew he was grinning.__e quiet.__his time he met me halfway. His hands tangled in my hair and mine clawed at his forearms. We kissed violently, and my back slammed against the wall. I heard a mop-or maybe a broom-topple over, but my brain barely registered the sound as one of Wesley__ hands moved to my hip, holding me closer to him. He was so much taller than me that I had to tilt my head back almost all the way to meet his kiss. His lips pressed hard against mine, and I let my hands explore his biceps.The smell of his cologne, rather than the lonely, stale air of the closet, filled my senses.We wrestled in the darkness for a while before I felt his hand insistently lifting the hem of my T-shirt. With a gasp, I pulled away from the kiss and grabbed his wrist. __o_ not now.___hen when?_ Wesley asked in my ear, still pinning me to the wall. He didn__ even sound winded.I, on the other hand, struggled to catch my breath. __ater.___e more specific.__ squirmed out of his arms and moved toward the door, nearly tripping over what felt like a bucket. I raised a hand to flatten my wavy hair and reached for the doorknob. __onight. I__l be at your house around seven. Okay?_ But before he could answer, I slipped out of the closet and hurried down the hall, hoping it didn__ look like a walk of shame.

I think I know what will help you chill.__he way his eyes devoured me hinted I shouldn__ take the bait, but I did anyhow. __nd what would that be?__oah pressed his body into mine, pushing me against the lockers. __issing.__ held my books close to my chest and fought the urge to drop them and pull him close. But that would only encourage his behavior, and good God, bring on his fantastic kissing. Fantastic or not, kissing in public would definitely mean detention and a tardy slip.I ducked underneath his arm and breathed in fresh air, welcoming any scent that didn__ remind me of him. Noah caught up to me, slowing his pace to mine.__ou know, you may have never noticed, but we have calculus together,_ he said. __ou could have waited for me.___nd give you the chance to drag me into the janitor__ closet?