C H A S T I T Y
Year 2010
18 years old
Lachlan was an absolute rakish and debonair guy with a charming and slightly devious smile and a poisonous tongue that could honestly make any woman’s toes curl.
“Cat got your tongue, Skunky?” He teased further as the tip of his nose brushed against the side of my face again.
I felt and appeared like I was firmly glued to the wall with my laundry bag still on the floor, which allowed me to put my arms by my sides as soon as the elevator made the ‘ding’ sound. The same time Lachlan began to move away from me, his tall height truly intimidating me despite the distance between us and that insane cheeky grin on his face never left as he stared at me intently. Just as the elevator door opened, a male student came walking down the hallway and glanced
