Chapter 50

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Chapter 50

*** Spicy Warning: this chapter is not intended to be read by minors or anyone who does not want to read adult sexual situations.***

Behind the door marked 42 wasn't a classroom. Instead, I was confronted with a small storage room. It was as narrow as the door and not very deep. The back wall had a bookcase with a box holding broken pieces belonging to a drone and many old computer parts in different containers. In front of it was a makeshift desk created with stacks of breezeblocks and a wooden plank. The sides of the room were lined with a three-shelf bookcase that went up to my hip. It was a tight fit. We didn't fit side to side, so we stood face to face. I had to crane my neck to see him correctly.

"Is this your secret lab?" I asked.

"It's not really a secret; the dean gave me a key."

"If I pull a keyboard off the bookcase, will it flip and reveal a secret passageway?" I asked and then smiled at my own cleverness.

He paused for a second, his forehead creased, and he looked at me as if I were insane; then he shook his head and slipped his hand behind my neck. His fingers tangling themselves in the hair at the nape of my neck. My pulse sped up, I looked up at him, and he looked as if he was having an internal argument. 

I opened my mouth to make a distasteful joke about him being a robot, but before I could process anything, he pressed his lips to mine. 

I stepped back in shock and bumped my back against the short bookcases that lined the room. Robbie groaned in frustration with how small the room was and straightened up. The room was tiny, so small he had to crab walk to get by.

 He slipped my bookbag and his off and placed them on a swivel office chair, then reached over to take my crutches, leaning them against the desk. Still in shock, I mutely handed over everything he silently asked for. When he finished setting out things aside he walked back to stand in front of me. My brain had stopped working. I couldn't process any form of speech.

He stood in front of me looking down at me in deep thought and I gave him a tight grin. 

He put his hands on my waist and lifted me up to sit on one of the bookcases that lined the wall. He did it so easy, I thought to myself in a daze, like if I were a sack of potatoes. What are you hiding under that button up Robert Bennett?

"Are we here because Antoine and I were teasing you? We were kidding. We know you aren't boring," I blurted out, words becoming available to me.

He leaned over his hands on either side of my thighs. I brought my hands up to his chest, not knowing where to put them. He closed his eyes and rubbed his nose against mine, his lips softly grazing mine. He was teasing me. I felt like what I imagined being drunk felt like.

My hands came up to his shoulders, and I gave him a little squeeze. He was so sturdy, all lean muscle.

He shuddered and then grabbed my knees and parted them, standing in between them; his hands ran up my legs and squeezed my thighs, and then brusquely pulled me flush against him. Before I could take another breath, his mouth was on mine again—one hand around my neck, the other holding my thigh, keeping me in place. 

His lips tugged at mine, the kiss felt desperate and dizzying I felt myself arch against him. I vaguely remembered that I had hands attached to my body and decided to put them to good use. I ran my hands up his chest, suddenly feeling scornful at the cold weather that made him wear layers. Still, even then, I could feel how defined he was. He nipped my lip, and I moaned, allowing him to slip his tongue into my mouth.

He tasted like coffee and mints and caused my heart rate to speed up.

What the hell was happening?

I felt like I would melt into a puddle. My stomach was an expert gymnast at this point. He grabbed my thighs and pulled me towards him, and my legs wrapped themselves around his waist. He was already hard. I ground myself against the length of him, and he let out the most erotic sound against my mouth. He ran his hands up my thighs and groaned, then pulled away.

"I hate these things," He murmured, tugging at my tights to let me know exactly what he was talking about. I decided from that moment on that I also hated them. Fuck tights. Who needs to have warm legs? Not me.

"How's your leg?" he asked, his hand running along the side of my thigh. 

"Fine," I almost squeaked. 

"I'm not hitting it or anything?"  He asked looking at my face and rubbing my jaw with his thumb. 

"No, you're fine," I said. Please continue. 

"Lia, I need to feel more of you. Can I do that?" he asked his lips brushing my neck, his hand slipped underneath my sweater and tugged at the shirt tucked into my skirt. 

I nodded and his hand slipped underneath my shirt. His fingers brushed my side and traced the edge of my bra before palming my breast. 

He cursed and then his  mouth was back on mine, pushing his hips harder into me. We found the most delicious rhythm. I started feeling my breathing quicken, his erection was hitting me right where I needed it to, and his mouth took what little thought I had left. 

I bit my lip and let my head fall back, Robbie looked up at me, and I think he suddenly realized the inevitability of what was happening.

"You're so beautiful," he said and gripped my hips, pulling me towards him, adding more friction. He placed small kisses on the hinge of my jaw.

"Robbie," I moaned, one of his hands threaded into my hair and brought my mouth back to his. I felt a final pulse of pleasure before all of my tension released in waves. I moaned into his mouth, my body quivering. When I was done, he stopped moving and kissed my damp forehead.

I looked up at him, and he was smiling at me, "you're so responsive," he said. I could still feel him on my thigh.

Didn't he want the same release? I thought to myself and reached down to the button of his pants. He pulled my hands away.

"We should go to class," he said, laughter evident in his voice.

"I'm fine. I have rec now," said impatiently, reaching for his fly again.

"I have class." He chuckled and pulled my hands off him kissing my knuckles.

I pouted.

We stood in silence for a few minutes; I had dropped my head on his shoulder and suddenly felt so sleepy. My arms were around his neck in a lazy hug, and I felt him give me soft caresses from my arm down to my waist and back. He placed soft kisses on the top of my head.

I pulled away and looked up at him; his gaze was consuming. His eyes boring into mine. I wanted to know what he was thinking.

"What? Tell me what you're thinking." I asked, breathless. I wanted him to kiss me again, and for a second, I thought he was going to. He leaned forward, placing both his hands on either side of me, his face close to mine.

"I'm thinking that I did this to prove a point, and now I'm starting to regret it." He blurted out.

"What? Did I do something wrong?"

"No. You're perfect. I just told myself I wouldn't do this with you," he said, shaking his head.

I felt my heart beating fast. I wanted to say, 'Why not?!, let's make out again!' But then I remembered Liam and how he was my friend and how he was so angry and hurt by Robbie's actions. Traitor, traitor, traitor, my brain whispered, and I was flooded with guilt. 

I was a lousy friend.

 I never even gave him a clue or a warning that there was something between Robbie and me. Maybe Robbie can apologize and fix things? Enough time has passed. It doesn't make sense for them to be this upset with each other.

"Maybe we are over-estimating our ability to be friends," He continued, deep in thought.

"Maybe we're overthinking," I said, frustrated.

"What do you mean?"

I pulled on his tie and brought his lips to mine. He responded instantly, his hands coming up to my face.

He pulled away, "I have to go to class. Nothing has changed between us."

I made a whining noise.

"We're still friends, right?" I asked, and I hated how needy I sounded.

"Unless you want to be more," he said.

That was unexpected. I thought the other times he was joking, but he looked serious.

"More? Like friends with benefits?"

"No. That's what I am trying to avoid?"

"More like a relationship?"

"Mhm"

"Like a real one?"

"As opposed to?"

"A secret one?" I offered.

"Wouldn't that just be friends with benefits?"

"No, we would be exclusive."

"Why do we have to be a secret?"

I shrugged.

"Lia," he said more forcefully.

"I just— people would talk. And Liam. If you and Liam..."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," he whispered under his breath and pulled back, standing up straight and running a hand over his face.

"Why does this make you so upset?" I asked. "He's my friend. Tell me what happened."

"I can't tell you, Lia."

"Why?"

"Because I promised." His jaw clenched, and he pulled me off the bookcase.

"Robbie—" I started, and he wordlessly handed me my crutches and grabbed my bag.

"Let's go; I'll take you to Maria."

"Seriously?" I said and grabbed his arm, forcing him to look at me.

"So what? Are we just friends again? We pretend this never happened?" I spat.

"Wasn't that your plan? You didn't have to kiss me back." He said, anger evident in his voice.

"I didn't have a plan. You are always the one with the plan." I didn't. Part of me wanted him all the time. I felt addicted as it was, and now all I wanted to do was hole up in a room and make out with Robbie all day...amongst other things. Another part of me did not trust him completely. I had significant doubts. If a friend tells you to stay away from someone, you usually listen.

"Well, the cards are on your table. Decide whether you want to be with me or you don't. You make the plan."

I pouted.

"Fix your hair,"

I pressed my lips and smoothed out my hair as he opened the door.

The walk back was quiet; my throat felt tight. I kept looking up at him, but he wouldn't look at me. I felt myself become angry, and by the end of the day, there was a blowtorch in my chest ready to douse Robert Bennett with flames. 

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