touched me, my whole body released its stress and tension and relaxed in an instant. She slowly and deliberately ran her fingers under my wrist and lined her hand up with mine but she stopped there. She was waiting for me to complete the bond between our hands. I positioned my hand to let her fingers cross in and out of mine and she rubbed her thumb along the side of my hand.
Her poker face stood unmoved by our connection. She continued to stare at the professor droning on and on about—something. Maybe she wasn’t affected by our touch the way I was. But I remembered the way she melted into me at the library so I decided to test the waters.
I unlatched my hand from hers and ran it up her shorts clad thigh and as I progressed she gasped and then feigned a coughing fit to cover it up after almost everyone in the classroom turned to look at her. I could barely contain my laughter. After she finished fake coughing I put my hand back on her leg but this time she slapped it away. Minutes later class ended and now I didn’t know if I had a lunch date or not.
She was quiet for a few minutes and I finally let out my laughter and I got slapped in the shoulder for it.
“I cannot believe you! I’m never sitting next to you again. Ever.”
She was yelling but she was laughing too.
“Oh come on. You were sitting over there so cool like you didn’t care where I was. I had to make a point.”
“You ‘bout done?” She asked.
“Just getting started.”
I let her put her backpack on before I grabbed her up and threw her over my shoulder. She screamed and beat on my back and kicked frantically but to no avail. Her screams turned into uncontrollable laughter and she was shaking on my shoulder.
“You’re supposed to be mad.”
“I can’t, it’s like Shrek and Fiona!” Admitting it out loud made her laugh harder.
“ Did you just call me an ogre?” I said in my best Scottish accent.
Suddenly she was pulling up my shirt in the back.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I said as I rearranged her so she wouldn’t fall off.
“I’m seeing if you’re green under there.” She laughed so hard that it now had become silent and her whole body was shaking on my shoulder.
“Put my shirt do wn before I hang you by your ankles .”
“OK, ok, ok. I wasn’t looking at your butt crack. Jeez.”
By the time we got there she was complaining of her stomach hurting from laughter.
I sat her down at a table very non-gracefully.
“Hey! I’m not a sack of cement. Take it easy.”
I bent down and kissed the crap out of her right there in the middle of the dining tables in the Union and that shut her up.
“I’m going to get us some lunch while you recover, ok Princess Fiona?”
Her cheeks were a cute shade of red and she just nodded.
I came back a few minutes later with burgers and fries and sat across from her. She had turned serious but her blush remained.
“You ok?” I asked as I put way too much ketchup on my plate.
“Yeah.” She whispered.
We both ate and I could tell she was thinking way too hard about something. I looked up and she smiled at me.
Her poker face stood unmoved by our connection. She continued to stare at the professor droning on and on about—something. Maybe she wasn’t affected by our touch the way I was. But I remembered the way she melted into me at the library so I decided to test the waters.
I unlatched my hand from hers and ran it up her shorts clad thigh and as I progressed she gasped and then feigned a coughing fit to cover it up after almost everyone in the classroom turned to look at her. I could barely contain my laughter. After she finished fake coughing I put my hand back on her leg but this time she slapped it away. Minutes later class ended and now I didn’t know if I had a lunch date or not.
She was quiet for a few minutes and I finally let out my laughter and I got slapped in the shoulder for it.
“I cannot believe you! I’m never sitting next to you again. Ever.”
She was yelling but she was laughing too.
“Oh come on. You were sitting over there so cool like you didn’t care where I was. I had to make a point.”
“You ‘bout done?” She asked.
“Just getting started.”
I let her put her backpack on before I grabbed her up and threw her over my shoulder. She screamed and beat on my back and kicked frantically but to no avail. Her screams turned into uncontrollable laughter and she was shaking on my shoulder.
“You’re supposed to be mad.”
“I can’t, it’s like Shrek and Fiona!” Admitting it out loud made her laugh harder.
“ Did you just call me an ogre?” I said in my best Scottish accent.
Suddenly she was pulling up my shirt in the back.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I said as I rearranged her so she wouldn’t fall off.
“I’m seeing if you’re green under there.” She laughed so hard that it now had become silent and her whole body was shaking on my shoulder.
“Put my shirt do wn before I hang you by your ankles .”
“OK, ok, ok. I wasn’t looking at your butt crack. Jeez.”
By the time we got there she was complaining of her stomach hurting from laughter.
I sat her down at a table very non-gracefully.
“Hey! I’m not a sack of cement. Take it easy.”
I bent down and kissed the crap out of her right there in the middle of the dining tables in the Union and that shut her up.
“I’m going to get us some lunch while you recover, ok Princess Fiona?”
Her cheeks were a cute shade of red and she just nodded.
I came back a few minutes later with burgers and fries and sat across from her. She had turned serious but her blush remained.
“You ok?” I asked as I put way too much ketchup on my plate.
“Yeah.” She whispered.
We both ate and I could tell she was thinking way too hard about something. I looked up and she smiled at me.
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