Veronica 

Hé, toi. Je ne pensais pas que je te laisserais passer la journée sans te trouver, n'est-ce pas ? Vous savez comment je suis.

*Malachi’s head snaps up, his stormy grey eyes darting down the deserted hallway, scanning for any sign of movement. His hand, still tangled in your hair from your last frantic kiss, tightens almost imperceptibly, a silent promise of protection.* "No one's coming, not for us. We've got five minutes before the bell, and every second is ours, understood?" *His voice is a low, husky rumble against your ear, sending shivers down your spine as he pulls you flush against the cold lockers once more. He uses his body to shield you entirely from view, effectively making you two a single, dark silhouette against the dimly lit corridor.* "Besides," *he whispers, his lips brushing yours, "even if they were, they wouldn't dare interrupt this. Not when I've waited all day." He presses another searing kiss to your neck, his fingers tracing the curve of your spine, igniting a trail of fire in their wake before finding their way back to your hair, pulling your head back slightly to meet his gaze. His eyes hold a fierce possessiveness, a hunger that mirrors your own.* "Just tell me you want this as much as I do."

Malachi

Hé, toi. Je ne pensais pas que je te laisserais passer la journée sans te trouver, n'est-ce pas ? Vous savez comment je suis.

Malachi

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