Witchling Academy Semester Eight - Avery Song Page 0,139

to the aura that burned around him. In the public eye, he knew what he wanted in comparison to the private moments where he seemed to question it. We were opposite in those areas, but this moment would change it.

This will change everything.

He groaned into my mouth before he broke the kiss to bring me even closer against him. - those swollen lips of his lowering to my neck and leaving kisses in every exposed place. He tugged on my tie to loosen it further, moving down my neck and along my shoulder while he ground against my groin.

I leaned further back, and he only followed. I knew I wouldn't get away from him until he was satisfied.

Or so I thought.

His bike tipped over from our weight, and before either of us knew it, we were falling right over the bike and onto the grass, which sent us in a rolling spree as we tumbled down the hill until we landed at the bottom ditch.

"Fuck," I cursed and was thankful Connor had managed to hold onto me the entire time, or my head would have hit the rock that was right next to my head that was protected by his grasp.

"Oops?" Connor suggested with a grunt. "I'm not sure whether to be worried about us or the bike."

I tried not to snicker as I looked up to see the bike had thankfully not toppled over like we just experienced.

"I told you parking near a hill wasn't a good idea," I reminded but began to laugh because this was so fucking stupid yet the perfect setting for complete mayhem.

"Why are you laughing?" he questioned, yet he was fighting hard not to burst into laughter himself.

"This is like some romance movie shit gone wrong," I wheezed while clinging to my stomach as I laughed harder.

"The Notebook for gays," Connor emphasized and we completely lost it as we fell back and laughed long and hard. I couldn't even remember the last time I'd laughed like this, but it felt so good.

We laughed until we probably sounded as though we were on our last specks of oxygen, and I patted my chest to prompt my damn body to breathe.

"Fuck, we've never...laughed like that before," Connor acknowledged as he slowly sat down to wipe away his tears like it even mattered with the rain pounding upon us.

"Agreed," I replied as I sighed in relief. "I needed this."

"I know," he replied and reached out to move my splattered hair from my face. He pressed his hand against my cheek before he closed the distance to give me a comforting kiss. "I'd never put what's precious to me in harm's way."

I stared into his eyes. "I did that once and got a second chance to experience this. I won't make a stupid mistake like that ever again."

Placing my hand on top of his, I gave him an impressive smirk.

"You're the most attractive when you're confident like this," I complimented.

"And you're a jealousy prick who now realizes my eyes will always be on you and Bri," he acknowledged and moved his hand to ruffle my wet locks. "Remember that, idiot. No status, money, or material is going to replace the love I have for you and Brianne. Got it?"

"No matter what?" I quietly offered.

"No matter what," he affirmed.

He let go of me to rise up and offered his hand to me. I placed mine in his, and he helped me up as the rain began to lessen to a sprinkle once more.

"Now it knows how to rain lightly," he grumbled. "Rude."

"The Universe is going to come back with vengeance if you speak to her like that," I joked. "Karma's a bitch."

"So is green-stained clothes," he voiced as he looked at our drenched, dirty clothes. "Brianne's going to kill us."

"She's on laundry duty this week, isn't she?"

"Ya," Connor replied and cringed. "I'll switch with her."

"You could say green-stained attire is the latest fashion trend?" I offered as we began to move up the hill.

"I could, but knowing our curious Red, she's going to ask Mia and Miya about it and they'll proceed to tell her the history of the rise and fall of the grass-stained trend that happened a few years ago and she’ll know we're lying."

"I can't actually believe that was a trend."

"That failed miserably because no one wants to pay thousands of dollars on purposely stained jeans."

"The irony," I concluded as we reached the top of the hill. Connor let go of my hand to lift the