Page 17 of Craved By Lust

“Right? It made my day.” He sips on a coffee from my favorite coffee shop, and my mouth waters.

“You like Roseli’s grinds too?!” I exclaim.

“Who wouldn’t?” he smirks, deep voice tumbling over me.

“I know, but I’m sad I didn’t get a chance to pick up one since I didn’t want to be late to class,” I pout, and his eyes lock with mine.

“Then you can have mine.” He takes another sip, licking the coffee cup where a bit of it spilled. He holds it out to me, making my mouth pop open, but I shake my head.

“N-no. I’m fine.”

“I insist. How about you have a sip just to wake you up this morning?” he smiles, holding it out to me eagerly, and I want to say no since I don’t drink after no damn body… not even my parents.

“Bu—” He raises a brow and places the cup to my lips, cutting off my sentence.

“Swallow, Jessica.” His voice dips in the deepest octave possible, sending chills spreading like wildfire throughout my body. My mouth then pops open like a shaken soda can, and I stare at him, heart racing when he watches me with dilated eyes as I drink.

However, I’m so focused on him that I spill a bit on my chin.

“Oh, sorry, that was clumsy of me,” I try to wipe it off, but to my utter fucking shock, he grasps my hand tight, stopping it before it can get close to my face before he leans over, tongue sliding hungrily across my chin, growling like damn lion that has all the girls in the hall breaking they neck looking at us with lust and envy in their eyes. “Fr-Frank!” I exclaim, heart racing uncontrollably, making him go still as fuck.

“I… uhmm… s-sorry!” he steps back, blushing shyly, looking on the verge of tears. “Don’t hate me.” He blinks, tears rolling down his face and my tense shoulders go lax, and I smile, patting his head.

“I’m not mad, silly. Just shocked.” I chuckle, but in reality, my fucking heart is pounding harder than Cardi B bongos beat and pussy clenching tighter than a mother fucking coconut crab!Hell, he can crack these sons a bitches open a?—

“No, that wasn’t right. I shouldn’t have done that,” he shakes and I chuckle, wrapping my arms around him tightly, rubbing his back to calm him down.Aww, he’s such a gentle soul.When he wraps his tight arms around me, I’m startled when I feel something along his leg under his dress.

“Frank I think something’s...” I frown, stepping back as he wipes tears.

“S-sorry… that’s my water bottle. I have pockets under my dress since I don’t like carrying my uhm… bag. Yes… my pocket,” he stammers, and as much as I want to ask why the hell he has a pocket under his dress, I guess when you think about it, it really doesn’t sound so bad. Hell, any kind of pockets on women’s clothes is a blessing. And he’s not a woman, he’s a guy, so I guess he likes weird things.

“It’s all good. I was just curious. A-anyway, I sh-should get going uhm… class is about to start,” I state lamely, but I really need to sit the fuck down or my legs will fold like a lawn chair under me.

“Okay… but uhm, Jessica!”

“Yes?” I turn, continuing my walk to class with Frank next to me, even more self-conscious when there are even more eyes on us than before.

“B-before you go… uhm, has anyone told you that you look beautiful today?” he smiles bashfully, and I go still as my heart skips a beat.

“N-no,” I shake my head. “No one but myself,” I chuckle, growing hot and embarrassed, but as a tall girl who’s used to not being called pretty, I make it a point to tell myself every morning in the mirror how beautiful I am. It’s part of my daily affirmations.

I’m shaken from my thoughts when he steps up and takes my hand, kissing it before standing tall and taking a deep breath and…

“JESSICA IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRL IN THIS ENTIRE WORLD!!!!!” he shouts at the top of his deep ass lungs, making me lightheaded.What in the he—“JESSICA HURTS IS SO BEAUTIFUL S?—”

“F-Frank!” I grit out, embarrassed, cupping his mouth shut, but high key, my heart is all over the place right now. “WH-WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!?!?!?!”OH MY GOOOODDDD!!!!

“Yes, Jessica?” He moves my hand, smiling prettily, and my stomach does flips.

“What are you doing?” I panic whispering, heart beating so loud I wonder if the people around who are staring at us crazy can hear it.Just great! The football playing girl and cross-dressing boy in the campus halls!

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m telling the world about my most precious girl.” He grins, showing straight white teeth, not faltering at all, and I don’t know if I think he’s sexy for doing this or crazy.Boff! Boff’um!!!!

“Whyyyyyy?!?!?!”

“Why?” he frowns, curling his lip and looking at me like I’m the crazy one here.

“Yes! Why?” I whine, but he beckons me closer as if he wants to tell me a secret, and I’m compelled to lean forward and hear what the hell he’s got to say, but instead of whispering in my ear, he kisses my cheek.

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