Laura (FOUR years later):

I was breathing so hard with Asher on my side, as we laid on the concrete floor. Groans emerged as I tried to turn my sore body towards him.

"That. was. fun.", I managed to say while pausing between each word, catching my breath.

"Yeah. You did great, Laura", Asher who was lying next to me said with an awkward laugh, as he turned towards me. I could see his gleaming black eyes and his small dimple on his cheeks whenever he gave a mischievous smile.

"But, you still miss it.", I said, raising my eyebrows.

"I did?", He looked surprised.

I rolled my eyes, as his cute little lips turned into a sexy smirk.

"Then, in that case, let's do it again.", He said.

"What? No. I'm tired."

Getting up, Asher walked near the stereo player and switched on the energetic beats, as I lazily picked up myself, stretching out the sore muscles.

Playlist- El Baño by ENRIQUE IGLESIAS.

The soft bass ricocheted through the bricks of the empty dance hall making the voice of Enrique Iglesias melt on my skin.

Asher started counting numbers of rhythms, taking me into his arms.

Our hips swayed together, his strong torso pressed against mine as his hefty hands wreathed around my curves. His forehead was touching mine, making my heart running like a lunatic. My eyes caught on a glittery sweat flowing down from his chiselled nose to his plush lips.

Slowly my attention turned into sensuality.

Laura, wake up.

I swiftly looked up to see whether he noticed my long hard look. His eyes were already staring into mine, sending a chill run down my spine.

Oh. Shit.

"Are you staring at my lips?", A slight chuckle escaped his lips, as his hefty hands pranced on my soft hair, pushing the untamed strands behind my ears.

"No. I wasn't", I snapped.

"You looked at it, I saw that."

"I. I. Was. Staring at the sweat."

And even the sweat on him turned me on. What am I?

"I know what you want, Laura.", His husky male voice melted near my ear.

Our eyes shared a lovesick vibe, as he abruptly pushed me into his tight embrace and his hands angled my face for a perfect kiss.

Slowly my eyes drifted into dark space, as our lips touch softly.

"MISS. DEVELIGINE".

I drifted back to rude reality, as the white clouds disappeared all of a sudden as my eyes stared right into Asher's. I looked around to see myself sitting in the middle of the classroom, pouting my lips at my crush while the whole class looked at me.

Asher who was sitting right before me was looking confused. His arched eyebrows were wondering what kinky stuff I'm into as his eyes concentrated on my pouted lips.

I blinked my eyes twice when I saw Mr Stockholm staring at me, scrunched grey eyebrows hinted that he was much irritated. I had been getting on this old man's nerves every time he had caught me daydreaming.

Shit.

"This is the third time I'm calling you," he said, as he stood friskily in front of the classroom.

I stood up awkwardly.

"If you have done drooling over Asher, I guess you could now answer my question."

I'm blank, trying to wake up from the nervous breakdown.

"Question?"

I looked at the board scribbled in black and white, all greek to me.

What have I done? I'm a mentally incompetent person before him.

I looked at Asher, who was very interested in my stupidity which made me more nervous. His mystic black eyes pitied me, while he gleamed with a naughty smile as he tapped the white pen absentmindedly.

To add insult to my injury, the whole class was uncomfortably silent, the tension increasing every minute.

He would tap his pen innately when he is cooking up a wry comment.

"I'm sorry, sir. Don't worry, I'll spank her for drooling over me. She has been asking for that late-" Asher commented in a strong voice.

"Shut up, Mr Fernandez.", Mr Stockholm spat anger at him.

"Very funny." I mouthed those words as he flicked his eyebrows and sat laid back.

"Do you know what class this is?" Mr Stock asked me.

"Yes, sir. This is umm..", I tried to recollect my memories, but my mind was blank.

The whole class stared at me, while awkward silence followed by a slow tide of giggles sniggered me, making me more embarrassed.

I'm so done.

"Miss. Finnley, stop trying to help your friend or you give her the company to the principal."

I looked at Natalie Finnley, my rescue trying to make hand gestures. She mouthed something more like P.

"El... Electronics?", I said confidently.

Mr Stockholm let out a bitter sigh, looking more enraged.

Here it goes.

"Get out.", His raucous voice echoed through the whole corridor.

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