Cedric POV
When Hendrix shows up for our tutoring session, we don't waste much time talking about literature. The once intriguing topic has now become 2nd place in comparison to the other activities that we enjoy.
It's less than 5 minutes and we start making out. We can't keep our hands off of each other. The sight and smell of her are enough to make me go crazy with want. She's everything. I can't keep away, can't stop myself when she presses up against me, demanding my mouth.
She's sitting on my desk, her legs hanging down on either side of my chair, my hands on her thighs as we kiss.
To think all this time I held back from touching her out of fear of spooking her. Then she ended up being the one to pounce on me. The bold move was shocking, and very welcomed, and I spent the rest of the week in pure bliss remembering the intimacy I shared with my mate.