He placed the Band-Aid on her head then and leaned his head down. Elle felt his lips brush her skin just above it.
“Nope.”
I figured.
Nero stood and took Elle’s hand to help her up. When she was standing, he swept her hair off her forehead. She saw Nero look closer.
“How’d you get that scar?” Nero touched the high end of her forehead off to the side. A faint scar remained there that almost went into her hairline.
She didn’t like where this was going. She looked away from him, unable to answer him this time.
Nero grabbed Elle’s face. “How did you get that fucking scar?”
“I-I can’t tell you.” Elle could never tell him how she had received it. She didn’t want him to find out Chloe had been a part of it in this very room. She couldn’t risk lying to him and making him mad at her, either.
Elle became frightened at what he did next.
“God dammit, Elle!” Nero picked up the first aid kit and threw it at a wall filled with lockers. The kit broke in half and everything came flying out. Nero then pushed back his hair and shut his eyes.
She realized he had hit the breaking point. She was about to witness all Hell breaking loose.
He started walking for the door and Elle ran after him. She was afraid he would end up doing something terrible. What if he got expelled? Then he’ll leave me.
Elle picked up her feet and reached out her hand to grab him. “Nero, please. Please, stop.”
Nero stopped when Elle’s hand touched his. She walked into him as he stood there, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Don’t leave me,” she whispered, placing her head in the crook of his neck.
Nero backed her up two steps, putting her back against a wall of lockers, placing his hands on the lockers beside her.
Elle mumbled into Nero’s neck. “If you start a fight, you’ll get suspended or worse, expelled.”
Nero gritted out, “Baby, I can’t let them get away with this.” She felt Nero go completely still, though he remained on the verge of walking out.
“Nero, I don’t want to be alone again.” Elle squeezed him tighter and tried to push her face into his neck deeper.
Nero harshly said each word. “Then make me stay.”
Elle removed her head from his neck and looked up at him, knowing what he was asking. She had found out what it was like being close to him and him not touching her. Elle didn’t want to find out what it would be like not seeing him; as a result, she would give in and give him what he wanted.
“Take off your jacket.” His still-harsh voice started to make her nervous. Nero hadn’t moved an inch; he was like ice.
Elle reluctantly started taking off her jacket, though he didn’t give her any space to do so with his arms still braced on the lockers and his body against hers. She could feel his eyes over her body as she shrugged it off. When the jacket hit the floor, Elle’s heart started beating out of her chest. She had no idea what to do; she just knew he wanted her to do something to him for a change.
Elle decided to do what she had been dying to do from the first time they were in the art supply closet alone. She had always kept her eyes mostly to his chest for several reasons. One, she couldn’t look him in his eyes most times. Two, her eye-level was at his chest. Lastly, she enjoyed looking at it under his white dress shirts.
Elle raised her hands to his shirt and went for the highest button he had fastened on the top middle of his chest. She shakily unbuttoned it, revealing more of his chest. Moving her hands down, she managed to release another button, exposing his whole chest and the top of his abdomen.
Elle thought her heart was going to explode looking at his perfectly-toned chest. The tanned skin begged her to touch it, so she slowly placed her hands on his taut muscles. She leaned in and lightly placed a kiss in the middle as she parted his shirt wide by moving her hands across his chest. She loved the feel of his skin under her hands, warm and smooth. She kissed his chest again and again, determined to make him stay.
This time, when Elle kissed his chest, she let her tongue lick the skin. Nero tasted better than she had imagined. Enjoying the taste, she raised higher, kissing and licking him up toward his neck. She felt his rage turn into desire with every passing second as she ran her hands up his chest then behind his neck and into his hair.
She had been itching to run her hands through his dark mass, jealous every time he did so. She pulled his head down closer to her so she could get to his neck without straining her legs. She paid the same attention to his neck as she had to his chest, but she hadn’t broken Nero yet.
She greedily sucked his skin into her mouth and bit down. Elle smiled against his skin when a rough noise escaped his mouth. I hope it left a mark.
It did.
When Nero still refused to move, she lapped at her bite mark, proud it was going to be there for a while.
Elle felt Nero finally drop his hands from the locker. He put a hand in her hair and pulled while his other went to the lower part of her back. She looked up at him and saw his eyes were hungry; however, they were no longer hungry for blood.
Elle was ready for his kiss this time. She wanted it just as much as he did. She wanted the taste of his mouth; therefore, when his tongue entered hers, she sucked on it, trying to mimic what he had done to hers earlier.
Nero grabbed Elle’s ass in his hands, squeezing it and lifting her higher. She felt his hardness through her jeans against her mound. Earlier, it had frightened her, but now, she was driven by pure lust. Nero was making her feel things she had never felt before, and Elle was sure it should scare her.