Page 25 of The Prom

I smile regretfully. “You have every right to leave, Imogen. You are probably grossed out by this, and I wouldn’t blame you.”

“Why?” She relaxes a little. “You’re not much older than me, Drake and well, I kind of understand where your heads at because–” She blushes and appears so awkward something shifts inside me.

“I kind of get the fascination because, well, I’m thinking along the same lines concerning you.”

We say nothing, both of us coming clean and once again, I hate the position we’re in and wonder what the best way to deal with this is. I need Imogen for a reason; one I’m not prepared to divulge until I’m ready and this is definitely not that time.

We stand on opposite sides of the room, staring awkwardly at one another, trying not to voice what it is we both really want right now.

It’s like a lit rag of gasoline burning brightly between us. One step and this entire situation could go up in flames and Ibite back the insatiable need to dive head first into hell and say regretfully, “Perhaps this was a bad idea.”

“Perhaps.”

Her voice is soft, almost regretful, and she whispers, “I should leave.”

“Perhaps you should.”

She hesitates and I hate how the thought of her leaving kills me inside and as she half turns, I move quickly. Before I register my intention, I grasp her hand and pull her around, and she almost stumbles into me. I reach out to steady her and as her eyes raise to mine, I am broken apart by the yearning in her expression. Unable to check my own stupidity, I bend my lips to hers and unlock the door to hell.

Her lips are soft, perfect and as if they were designed for my enjoyment. I cup her face in my hands and feed off her innocence, tasting a certain kind of victory. She kisses me back with the same urgency. Almost desperation as we contemplate this one and only time. A small moan escapes into my mouth and I’m unsure which one of us put it there. Her hands slide around the back of my head as she deepens the kiss and my cock jerks inside my pants as it senses judgment day.

Passion replaces desperation and as I push her hard against the wall, I kiss her deeply, almost roughly. Desperate for every taste, every delicious second of her lips against mine. Her tits graze against my chest and the fabric between us is an irritant I leave in place because, as sure as I have overstepped the boundary, I don’t have a fucking death wish, despite how it looks right now.

I’m in no hurry to stop what should never have started, and neither is she as we continue an act that will only have serious repercussions in the end.

Her breathing is fast and as our hearts bang in unity against our chests, I’m aware that one kiss is not enough.

I always knew it wouldn’t be.

I press in closer and she shifts into me. We are now as close as two people can be with their clothes still on.

“Drake!”

A loud voice douses water on the flame pretty damn quick and I freeze as Principal Constable’s voice invades my space.

“Are you in there?”

Fuck!

I clamp my hand on Imogen’s mouth and yell, “I’ll be right out. Wait there.”

Her eyes widen with fear as I nod to the counter and she wastes no time in sprinting behind it and crouching down.

I head to the door, meeting the principal in the hall and she smiles. “Ah, there you are. I was hoping for a word.”

“Sure, um–”

I rake my fingers through my hair and she flashes her eyelashes as she purrs, “Aren’t you going to invite me in? I could sure use a coffee after the day I’ve had, or even something stronger perhaps.”

I don’t miss the interest in her eyes as she casts them over my entire body and it appears that Karma really is a bitch and has delivered me Angela Constable in all her glory.

It’s obvious what her intentions are and as she casts her eyes behind me, sweat rolls down my back like a raging torrent.

“Sure.” I gulp. “Take a seat outside and I’ll fetch it out there. It’s such a warm night we would be more comfortable there.”

“Okay.” She smiles flirtatiously and turns on her six-inch heels.

I wait for her to leave and as she reaches the door, she turns and her sharp gaze rests on me. “Are you okay, Drake? You appear to be a little on edge.”

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