Ten

Tap

tap tap tap

Tap tap taptaptaptapTAPTAPTAP

"Would you cut that out?" I exclaimed, annoyed. Avery looked up from his book across from me, visibly taken aback.

"Huh?"

"Your foot."

"O-Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realise... I'm a bit of a restless guy. Not very good at sitting still." He said sheepishly with that adorable boyish look of his. The way his beach blonde hair fell naturally across his forehead only heightened that charm. God, why do you look like that?

"Whatever," I mumbled, turning my attention back to my laptop before I could get too distracted. Of course, I totally lost track of what I was doing and spent a few too many extra seconds remembering. My laptop was strategically placed so I could get as tiny a peripheral view of him as possible. It was hard not to look at him still, especially when he donned that oversized salmon hoodie that looked so illegally good on him.

The café Avery chose was quaint and quiet, with the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting in the air. The intimate space featured warm, earthy tones on the walls, adorned with minimalist artwork. Soft, ambient lighting bathed the room, casting a cosy glow over the polished wooden tables and plush, cushioned chairs. The cafe's tranquil atmosphere was punctuated by the gentle hum of an antique ceiling fan overhead, its blades rotating lazily as if keeping time with me as I toiled away on assignments.

And yet, a distinct feeling of hair standing up at the nape of my neck had me looking up for a split second only to find Avery staring. Of course, he played it off by diverting his gaze back down at his textbook, pursing his lips. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"You're not really studying are you?"

"What? No, of course I am."

"What's the last sentence you read?"

"Uh... The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell."

I quirked a brow, leaning back in my chair with my arms crossed over my chest, "That's an accounting textbook."

He paused, licking his lips. "Yes, well, it involves the uh, accounting of how many students graduating high school only recalled this tidbit out of biology."

I narrowed my eyes slowly, and in a split of a second, abruptly reached for his textbook. He was quick though, grabbing it right before I could snatch it away.

"What do you think you're doing?" He smirked.

"I don't study accounting, but that sounded like a load of bullshit if I've ever heard one." I pulled at his book again but this time, he held on to my wrist, stopping me.

"Is it though? Tell me what else you remember out of high school biology."

"I don't know, who cares about biology! I go to business school!"

"Yes and allegedly business school is only for dumb people."

"Did you just call me dumb?" I gaped.

He grinned at me, "Well technically I also called myself dumb."

"Don't lump me in with you, I'm on a scholarship."

"Me too. Sports scholarship."

I smirked, "Case in point."

I pulled once more but he grabbed my other hand just before I could. I paused, feeling goosebumps go down my neck at the feeling of his warm palm on my skin. He seemed to feel it too, looking down at our linked hands before meeting my eyes again, his gaze intense yet teasing.

"You underestimate me, Jules. Wouldn't have my sports scholarship without my reflexes now would I?"

I glared at him. He laughed softly, loosening his grip, "Well, you're right. I wasn't actually studying."

I scoffed, quickly withdrawing my hands while trying to hide my fluster, "Like that wasn't obvious. You literally only brought that one book. I thought we were here to work on assignments."

"I wasn't expecting you to actually want to do assignments..." He grumbled.

I frowned, "What did you think I wanted to do?"

"I don't know. Pretend to do assignments for a little while and then just have drinks and... talk about life? That's how most of my study sessions go anyway..."

Talk about life. Yeah right, as if you didn't just want to fuck.

I mean I do too, but still...

"It's already been like thirty minutes, can we do something else?"

"I'm not done." I deadpanned.

"How much longer will you take?"

"Are you rushing me?"

He pouted, and for a second there he really did look like a puppy. I hate him.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Take your time."

I sighed, "You're lucky I'm smart, I shouldn't take too long to wrap up. Then we can... Talk about life or whatever it is you were on about."

In a second, his eyes lit up and he nodded enthusiastically, "Okay."

"But stop staring, it's weird."

He chuckled, "Yes sir."

I rolled my eyes, going back to my work. Not without a slight buzzing in my chest though, because the guy still stared every chance he got.

The minutes ticked by and I began to get totally engrossed in my work, fingers flying across my keyboard, reaching one hundred percent productivity.

That was, of course, until sir Avery over here decided to stretch out his inhumanely long legs under the table and accidentally brush against mine. Now any normal human, at that point, would just mumble an apology and move their leg elsewhere. But Avery? No, he just keeps it there, his leg brushing against my ankle, and suddenly I was hyperaware of every single touch and movement he made.

It almost felt like he was doing it on purpose but when I looked up at him, he seemed so unaware, like he didn't even notice, as he scribbled away into his notebook.

Suddenly, my previous superhuman efficiency was no more, in total shambles now, as shivers ran through my body at his warmth, at every tiny movement he made. It didn't help that he looked so good just sitting there, eyes downcast, lips slightly parted in concentration.

Fuck me.

I bit the corner of my bottom lip, suddenly remembering our phone call from the night before. I had tried my best to avoid the thought from the moment I saw him, but now it was all I could think about. I remembered him pressing me up against the cold lockers, his fresh scent filling the space around us, goosebumps going down my flesh where he made contact with my skin,

As if feeling my thirsty ass gaze on him, he looked up briefly. I released my bottom lip from between my teeth, blinking stupidly because it was already too late to look away now.

He gave me a half smile, "Did you finish?"

"Not yet."

But maybe I will.

He eyed me curiously, "You good?"

"Y-Yeah just taking a break. I uh- I'm gonna use the toilet."

"Oh, alright. It's right over there," he pointed over his shoulder nonchalantly, clearly clueless to my ongoing predicament. I nodded and stood up, making my way over to the bathroom. As I walked past him, I intentionally slowed down and placed a hand on his shoulder, ever so subtly tracing a finger across his neck.

He visibly froze up.

"I'll see you in a bit," I said lowly, before walking off, heart thumping against my chest. Luckily, there weren't very many people at the café, and the bathroom wasn't a public one with stalls, but just an individual bathroom that you could lock from the inside.

I stared at myself in the mirror for a few seconds, surveying my positively horny face. I ran a hand through my hair, adjusting my slightly crooked gray T-shirt.

Surely enough, it was only a few seconds before the door flew open and Avery walked in, locking it behind him.

We stared at each other for a long, excruciating second before I practically pounced on him, pushing him up against the door and pressing my lips against his.

The cramped space was soon filled with our heavy breaths and smacking noises as our lips danced frantically. He licked and kissed at my lips, his hands running through my hair, his hips pressed up against mine. With a somewhat animalistic growl, he lifted me up by my legs and pushed me back against the opposite wall, rubbing his palpable erection up against my crotch. I let out a soft moan, my arms encircling his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to me, craving that sweet friction between us.

"God, I've been dying to do this again," he grunted, putting me down and planting rough kisses across my neck. I bit my lip to stifle another predictably loud moan, my own erection straining painfully against my boxers. He licked at a particularly sensitive spot on the side of my neck and I almost saw the stars for a moment.

"Avery," I breathed out his name and he paused momentarily, leaning back slightly to look at me. And that wild look in his eyes was the most sinful thing I had ever seen, clouded with lust and anticipation, but also a little bit of fear. I was certain I mirrored that look too.

"Can I touch you?"

I couldn't help but chuckle a little because he looked so serious asking me that question, like I was ever going to refuse.

"Avery," I sighed, cupping his cheek and smirking at him, my thumb lightly caressing his skin. He patiently waited for me to speak, almost like a disciplined little puppy when I knew he was anything but. "I might actually kill you if you don't fucking touch me right now," I whispered, placing both of his hands on my hips.

He was stunned for a long moment before grinning, almost victoriously, and kissing me again, reaching for the front of my pants...

I promised myself I wouldn't do this again... But you know what?

My right arm deserves a break.