Ann dragged Liam into an empty classroom, her grip firm and urgent. The door slammed shut behind them as she pushed him back against the wall, her eyes locked onto his with a mixture of hunger and affection. Before he could say a word, she rose to her toes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him.
Liam's eyes widened at first, but then they slowly fluttered shut as he gave in. His hands slid around her waist, pulling her closer. The kiss was warm, slow, and deep, and for a moment, time stood still. Her soft lips, the minty taste of her breath, the quiet sigh that escaped her—it was all too intoxicating. When they finally broke apart, Liam rested his forehead against hers, his voice low.
"Ann," he whispered, catching his breath, "we can always do this at home. If I get caught again, I'll be in serious trouble."
