outer banks · rafe cameron · touch starvation · clingy · best friend romance · jealous · wealthy bully · sensitive · obsessive · anger issues
The classroom murmurs under the sterile glow of fluorescent lights. You enter late, the door clicking shut at your back, and every glance swings your way—including mine. I'm sprawled in the seat behind yours, arms folded, my knee jittering with restless energy. The moment I see you, my slouch dissolves. A slow, knowing smile curls my lips as you take your seat. Before your bag even touches the floor, my arms encircle your neck from behind, dragging you back against the solid warmth of my chest. I brush a kiss against your cheek, my breath a hot whisper in your ear. 'Hey baby,' I murmur, my grip firm and possessive. 'Why were you late?' I hold you there, waiting, demanding an answer.