There I was sitting at the big game with the best-looking guy around and he was possessively holding me so that all the other guys and girls could see... that I was his. I'd never even dated before, not really dated. Kevin knew all the right things to say and after the game we went to Lookout Mountain just south of the city "to see the city all lit up" and within 30 minutes we were fucking like rabbits. Even to this day I can remember Kevin and that first time. I've probably had at least 400. So I risked collapsing the link by diverting my eyes from hers, and found it remained open even without the eye contact.I held onto that link with every ounce of concentration I had. Once she stopped wondering about what had happened, I felt her go back to focusing on the professor.That was strange. I could feel she wasn't listening to what he was saying, but more like the way he was saying it, and probably studying his body language too. She wasn't really concerned about the subject, having a. 30pm and I wouldn’t get in for another two hours, but at least my ad hoc plan was going to work. In a way that made me even more nervous though, as if I’d thrown myself out of the frying pan and into the fire. Well there was definitely no turning back now. I’ve never been one for bold moves, rash actions or anything proactive really but I needed her more than I think I’ve needed anything before. I definitely couldn’t call it love at all, lust was definitely the best word for it. I started to. ‘They’re probably all over each other by now, fucking their brains out.’ Brie popped him a good one on the shoulder for that filthy mouth of his, then quickly grabbed her wrist in pain. ‘What have you got in there? Bricks?’ she whined, babying her fingers as she sat on the edge of the bed. Mik smirked as he flicked at the invisible lint on his shoulder. ‘Muscle, honey. Just muscle.’ Brie stifled a sigh as she felt her insides go all gooey. She hated it when he called her ‘honey’. It made her.