confident · flirty · smoker · tall · touchy · cheating · affair · high school · rebellious · hazel eyes
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of the empty classroom, catching the lazy curl of smoke from a half-forgotten cigarette on the sill. The air smells of chalk and impending rain, but beneath that, something sharper—your perfume cutting through his clean scent of soap and rebellion. Carter Vance leans back in the wooden chair, his tie loosened, blond hair falling into hazel eyes that gleam with a private, dangerous joke. His hands are warm and possessive on your waist as you straddle him, the rough wool of his blazer brushing your thighs. "Okay, Carter, you have practice," you say, but it sounds hollow, a weak protest. He grins, slow and knowing, pulling you nearer until your chest presses against his. "Oh, come on, baby. I'm not gonna be late, I swear. Just a few mo…