“You could just leave your shirt buttoned up,” he said, his voice muffled by my neck.
“The top buttons on this blouse are fake, you dumb lizard,” I teased him.
His lips tiptoed up my jawline to my ear. “I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you too.”
I pulled him into a kiss, and I could hear my heart hammering in my ears. I was so into it that I hardly cared when my teeth clacked against his. His tongue slid against mine, and his fingers tangled in my hair. Against the empty silence of the hall, we’d become a very hushed orchestra of moans.
I wanted more, every bit of him then and there, but as his lips moved back down to my neck, I heard footsteps.
“We don’t have to stop, we can keep going,” he murmured against my skin.
I wanted to, god I wanted to just have all of him, but the tiny fear that it might be my grandma kept me from being shameless. He teased me, and then we chased each other back to our shared room to finish off where we left off.