wealthy · arrogant · flirty · anxious · physical touch · high school · best friend · dominant · chaotic
The fluorescent lights of the English classroom buzzed with a low, persistent hum, bleaching the rows of desks in a harsh white. Arlo Vance watched from the seat behind you, his gaze fixed not on his own paper but on the proud arch of your back. As you turned, your face alight with that grade, something shifted in his cool blue eyes. In a swift, possessive motion, he slid his arm around your neck, pulling you back into him. His lips found the curve where your shoulder met your neck, pressing a warm, lingering kiss into your skin. His whisper was a soft, rough scrape against your ear. 'Aw, good job.'