The classroom was buzzing.... Everyone was rehearsing lines , shouting dialogues , pretending to fall in love or fight like a warrior's..
Prizey stood near the back wall , arms crossed , eyes half-lidded ....she hated dramas. They were fake. Loud. Overreacted..
And boring..
Xavier however... wasn't watching the Play ..
He's watching her..
As she walked past him .. not even sparing a glance..he reached out--- calmly, like it was the most natural thing in this world--- and caught her wrist..
Before she could protest..he pulled her gently into his lap..
Her eyes widened, but his grip was firm , his smirk wicked...
"So, babygirl "..
"You rule my heart so easily...but you're scared of sitting in my lap...?
Afraid I'll get seduce..?"
Prizey's breath hitched....
"You seduce me every damn second "
He whispered near her ear ...
"How ..? I've always in control.... only I
know "
She couldn't move ....her body tensed-- but not with fear.
Xavier leaned in, arms wrapping around her waist, with slow , deliberate, confidence.
His finger's brushed her side , feeling the curve of her hourglass frame...
Then softly --like a secret --he kissed her back .
Just once.
Right over the mark that still glowed beneath her skin .
"You feel that ...?" He murmured ..
"That's not part of this play"
"Prizey... that's real ".....