Aliyah
I’d just left the classroom with my detention slip for after school, when a presence popped up beside me.
“You almost had me fooled,” Carters smooth voice tickled the sensitive skin beside my ear, and I bristled at the comment, “the innocent act was cute, don’t get me wrong.” He grabbed my elbow, effectively slowing me down and pressed me up against the nearest classroom door, one hand beside my head trapping me in place, “but I like my women feisty. And you, Aliyah, are filled with fire.” The familiar crooked lift of his lips drew my eyes towards them, which only served to make his smile wider.
The temptation to simply lean in and take what he was offering was all too easy, but I wasn’t an easy meal. As my best friend used to tell me, ‘real men can handle the chase.’
His body
