fake it til you break it by meagan brandy

We turn toward each other, and a light blush creeps up her neck. We get back to working on our assignment, a few quiet minutes passing, and then she clears her throat, admitting in a whisper, “Twice.” She smacks my arms, but I grab her hand, and she rolls her eyes yanking it back. I tug her chair closer, laughing when she scowls as it scrapes loudly across the floor and more people glance our way. Brando isn’t even in here he left Josie in charge and walked out. There are eyes moving around the room, but nobody is sidled up beside us listening. She tilts her head, giving me a bratty glare that says it all. Not everyone is the same and needs it the way other people do.” “Oh, boo hoo,” she teases, shaking her head, but then she must think for a long moment because she gives in. Now it’s me who laughs and I let my hand fall. “You’re really good at this,” she murmurs. She licks her lips, her focus deepening before a light chuckle leaves her. “You haven’t given me much,” I whisper, running my fingertip down her jawline. We’re in class, people are all around, so every touch counts. She fights a grin, looking away, but I quickly pull her eyes back to mine. Especially now.”Ī hint of confusion lines her brows before she realizes what I’m saying – she is making it harder. “I haven’t had sex since the last time you watched it happen, and it feels like a fucking year’s passed. “How long is it to you?” she challenges, her attempt to delay.

When I don’t let up, she inhales deeply, offering a hesitant, “Awhile.” She studies me a moment, her green eyes slowly moving between mine. “You say you’re not a virgin.” I lean in, speaking lower, “So, when was the last time you fucked?” I drop my pencil on the tabletop, twisting in my seat to face her better. Her voice is low and squeaky when she asks, “What?”

Her eyes shoot wide, quickly darting around the classroom before coming back to me.

Fake it til you break it by meagan brandy