Chapter 50 – Sylvia
Chapter Fifty
Sylvia
“It’s official, I’m a hardened criminal,” I grumble, stuffing my phone away after promising Clover I would meet her and Thomas in her bedroom in thirty minutes. I don’t want to leave the cottage in thirty minutes. I want more…
Theo puts his arm around my waist and kisses my neck. I love when he comes up behind me and holds me tightly, except we’re pretending that we’re broken up and we’ve been selling it really well. It helps that we really can’t see each other. I only stole tonight because I was devious. Very devious.
I found out Thomas was going to London and leaked the information to Clover. She follows him to his dumb Jeep every night – and I follow her to make sure she doesn’t get attacked – but she won’t make any moves. I know she’ll be too curious about London to avoid approaching him tonight.
Thomas wants to make a move on her, but after everything he’s done, I can’t blame him for being cautious around Clover.
He’d better be cautious. She’s my friend and Crispin still owes me a beatdown or two that he lost to me and Amina in a game of Spades.
I’m trying to push them together and I feel guilty about all the ways I have to be deceptive.
Sometimes I think I’m losing my morals without daddy, like the fact that he died made me give up on being the “good girl”.
I certainly don’t feel like a good girl after the things I’ve done with Theo tonight.
“You’re not a criminal,” Theo whispers. “I’ll send you back soon.”
I whip around to face him. I’ll never get enough of his shirtless body, although I’ll never understand the matching Fox & The Hound tattoos he got with his best friend Ben.
At least he keeps that tattoo covered up.
He can’t cover all of them up and I have to admit that I like my white guys tatted the hell up.
I press my fingers to Theo’s chest, feeling like I finally have permission to touch him like that all the time because we made love.
He has a grown man’s body with bulging muscles in all the right places and he makes me want to drag him to the bed every five minutes.
I can’t control myself around him ever since I lost it. I just want sex all the damn time.
Theo grasps my hips and pulls me close. Very close.
“I don’t want to go back,” I whisper. “I want to walk right to that bedroom and never leave.”
Theo chuckles and kisses my forehead. I know he’s had so many sexual experiences in his life – some of them I don’t want to think about.
I know he’s bisexual and I know he’s been hurt by both men and women.
I won’t lie, I had questions about the bi thing.
Everyone at boarding college is all open minded, but I’m a Southern girl from New Orleans. I had questions.
Theo explained and he never avoids my questions, even if I feel guilty for asking them. He loves so hard that I don’t care about his past, as long as it stays there, you know?
“We can’t make love again,” Theo chuckles. “Seriously. I’m getting… addicted.”
He bends his head to kiss me and I tiptoe to meet his lips, grabbing onto his hulking shoulders, still broad and toned from time on his university’s rugby team.
“Speaking of addictions,” I whisper. “How are you doing?”
“No weed for almost a year. I’m officially ready to teach teenagers.”
He landed a new prestigious internship for History teachers at the Fox Academy and next semester, he’ll be at my school, teaching people in my grade. If anyone finds out about us beyond the people who already know, both of us could lose everything.
Technically, we’re already risking everything.
Crispin threatened Theo’s bollocks and Amina reminded me that Theo had a hand in kidnapping her.
I don’t think she’s too fond of our age gap either, but it’s mostly because she just wants me to be older.
I can’t help that I fell in love at eighteen.
Isn’t that what eighteen-year-olds are supposed to do?
Theo kisses the top of my head again, but I want more yummy kisses straight from his lips, so I move my lips there and he chuckles as I kiss them again and again.
“Do you really think we can keep this secret for an entire semester?” he murmurs.
“How much do you like your genitals? Because they’ve been threatened.”
“Listen, we’re adults,” Theo says. “For your academics, we can be private while you’re at school, but we’re not doing anything wrong.”
“Except lying.”
Theo shrugs. “They couldn’t handle the truth. Now come here for another kiss.”
Kissing leads to so much more and the next thing I know, we’re both naked on the couch.
We’ve done it almost everywhere in this cottage already and I can’t get enough of Theo.
He can’t seem to get enough of me. I like that I can change his mind about throwing me out the door.
Theo wraps his tattooed arm tighter around me.
“I love cuddling,” he whispers. “Changed my mind. You’re not leaving.”
“Except I promised Clover.”
“Uh huh.”
He kisses my shoulder, completely ignoring me and tempting me with his soft lips. “I love your pretty dark skin.”
“Theo…”
“Is that not allowed?”
“It’s allowed,” I whisper. “I just don’t know if I believe you.”
Theo chuckles. “The first black woman I kissed had skin like yours.”
“Do you always put your foot in your mouth?” I grumble, giving Theo’s index finger a gentle retaliatory bite. He doesn’t flinch, but he does nod.
“I’m terrible with that stuff. Seriously.”
He flips me onto my back and kisses me again, moving his lips to his neck and then his hand between my legs.
I gasp as he touches my lower lips and moves his fingers down there slowly.
I’m still wet from all the times tonight we’ve done it and his hand makes me even more sensitive.
I’m ready to explode from how good Theo’s hands feel between my legs.
I whimper and my hips buck upwards greedily towards his hands. He massages my clit and begs me to cum until I climax and then he finishes me off again with his lips. When my legs tremble, Theo moves away from me and off the couch. He finds my shirt on the ground and tosses it over.
“I’m walking you back. I’ll wear a disguise. Don’t worry.”
“A disguise?”
“White hoodie, white sweatpants.”
“Are you disguising yourself as a yeti?”
Theo winks at me and I roll my eyes. He grabs my hand and pulls me against him for another kiss.
We get dressed slowly, in between kisses and then Theo walks me up to the campus date.
He watches me from a distance as I walk into the dorms. I know he watches until I enter because he texts me the entire time.
Theo: I love you.
Theo: It’s only one semester. After that, I’ll shout from the rooftops.
Theo: I’ll fight for you, Sylvia. You’re the one.
I push Clover’s bedroom door open and she’s sitting on her bed with Thomas. They both look all innocent, but don’t I know that fake innocent look.
“Did y’all just hook up?”
Thomas leans over and kisses Clover on the cheek.
“Nope,” Thomas replies. “Did you just hook up with someone?”
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