Illicit

See, I’ve also grown very crass; but I can’t seem to help it. In our last class before lunch, I thought I would go out of my mind.

His scent was driving me insane and all I wanted was to run my tongue all over his body. That place between my legs felt hot and achy and my breasts felt like they were full.

My mind was screaming at me to drag him off somewhere to a dark corner and scratch the itch that was about to drive me mad.

He seemed to sense something, from the looks of concern he kept sending me, but there was no way I was discussing this with him.

He seemed to have come to some sort of conclusion just as the bell rang and leaned over to whisper in my ear.

“Soon, just hang in there a little while longer and I’ll take care of you.” His words would’ve been comforting and maybe a little calming to my system, had he not licked my ear and nibbled on my neck.

The wind screeched outside just as a cloud passed by the window but I had no interest. I was in a world of my own, my mind full of the wonders of me and Thorn rolling around on a huge bed with candlelight all around and...

“Geez what was that?”

Outside it sounded like something had crashed into the ground, but there was nothing to see out there, and the others barely spared it a glance.

Thorn’s reaction though was a little concerning. He gritted his jaw and glared out the window and I could’ve sworn he said something under his breath.

I started to ask him what he’d murmured but just then the sky cleared up completely and there was actually sunlight now.

I looked from him to the window but in the end I shook it off, what was I going to do, accuse him of controlling the wind?

***

In the noisy cafeteria at lunch I fielded stares and glares and behind the hand whispering from my peers.

I could only imagine what was being said. I’d already heard through the grapevine how some didn’t think I was worthy of his attentions.

Somebody should’ve made sure he got the memo, because I don’t think there was ever a guy anywhere that had been more caring and attentive to his girl; though I could’ve done without the audience and their two cents.

I felt like I was on a stage for all to see, until Thorn took my mind off of it by doing some whispering of his own that took me away from what was going on around me.

He acted as if we’d known each other forever. There was such ease in his manner towards me, and silly though it maybe, I felt the warm glow of love envelope me whenever we touched.

“I do love you Lyubov moya.” I stared at him with my mouth hanging to my chin. “What, you must’ve known?” I shook my head in the negative as I tried to breathe.

“You...” I couldn’t get the words out, but even stranger, was the feeling of knowing that came over me. Something inside me knew he was telling the truth, I felt it in every pore.

For a few seconds I saw us, not as we are now but, another Jasmine and Thorn. It was just a quick flash and then it was gone but it did leave a lasting impression.

His siblings joined us and helped to take my mind off of my surroundings with their antics, and trying to one up each other for my attention.

Things seemed to be going really well, I was beginning to relax and not feel overly self-conscious about being the center of everyone’s attention, when out of nowhere, this blonde bombshell showed up; and I'm not using the term loosely.

One minute it was just the four of us at the table, teasing and joking with each other.

It was the lightest I can ever remember being in his presence and he too seemed relaxed and not his usual serious, stoic self. And the next she was just there.

The air changed immediately, I wouldn’t say arctic freeze but there was a sudden chill. Thorn was up and out of his seat, sending it flying back into the wall behind us and I felt glued to my chair.

She was gorgeous, both in face and form, but something about her made me uneasy and not just the usual uneasy.

You know that feeling you get when you've eaten something bad and your body gets cold sweats as it tries to purge it out of your system? That's the kind of nauseous, head spinning feeling I got when she sauntered up to our table.

And the way Thorn reacted only scared me more. He stood himself in front of me, blocking me from her view protectively.

The knockout laughed at this move and my skin prickled. I had the sudden urge to stand in front of him, not so much to protect, but to keep her away.