"I need you. I need to feel you, to be inside of you." August's voice darkened. He swiftly lifted me over his lap. "Please." He leaned up and kissed me hungrily.
He kissed me like his life depended on it. I felt him grow even harder from underneath...
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I walk into my English lecture class. I immediately look for the tall, light brunette. I was a little stunned when I didn't find him in his normal seat.
I looked around the room and still no sign of August. Maybe he's late.
But he's never late.
I ignored the weird feeling that had settled in my stomach and walked up the small steps to get to my seat. August's seat was at the front of the class. I was up higher.
I liked how the college classes looked. I liked that it looked like a theater. My seat was more in the middle of the room, but I still had a good view of his seat.
I waited for his seat to be filled. I waited for him to sit down and look back at me. But the professor started the 10:00 am lecture about whatever the hell this class was.
What the fuck?
Why isn't he here?
I pulled out my phone and quickly texted August. I watch as the read notification comes up underneath my text before the gray bubble with the three dots shows up.
The small smile I had faded as I watched the gray bubble disappear.
"Fuck this." I mumbled under my breath and picked up my book bag before rushing down the small steps and out of the classroom.
I can hear my converse hit the marble floor as I walk swiftly down the hall. I clenched my phone as I stared down at my screen, seeing no notifications.
I round the last corner before I have to walk down the wide hall until I'm at his dorm. As I'm about to turn the golden handle, the door opens.
I looked up and my eyes immediately landed on the suitcase that was in his hand. I slowly looked up from the black suitcase to meet his wide eyes.
August looked down at me with a surprised look on his face. "W-what are you doing here?" His voice cracked as he looked at me. His circle framed glasses were falling slightly.
"What are you doing?" I asked, ignoring his question. My brows knitted together. August looked over my shoulder like he couldn't even look at me.
"I'm leaving." I almost laughed at his response. He's joking. He has to be joking, right? I shook my head. "You're not leaving." I was hoping it was a joke, that he was playing a prank or just lying, but when I could tell he was serious, I pulled away from him.
Like he was a deadly disease, I moved away from him. I see sadness in his forest-colored eyes.
"So what?" I paused and tried to collect myself. "You were just going to leave and not tell me?" My chest clenched at the thought of him leaving. I don't even know how long he is leaving for. Maybe it's just a few days. Maybe it's just for a week.
But why didn't he tell me?
Because why would he? It's not like he cares about you. No, he cares.
