As she walks in, she tries to shake off any nerves. She sneaks a glance at Hadyan. He's beaming at her.
" Hadyan, I'm scared "
" Of what? Little 'ole me? " he smiles at her, clearly joking. But her gaze is drawn to his tented jeans. Her fear disappears, replaced by excitement. A second later, he bridges the gap between her. He places his hands on the hems of her shirt, hesitating.
" Take it off " he slowly peels off her shirt. His eyes drift down to her bra-encased cleavage. His breathing grows ragged, his expression is pained.
" I just want to touch you "
" I want you to touch me, too "
He takes her arm and guides her to the couch. Suddenly, he flips her around so he's spooning her. His hand runs up and down her body, massaging every inch of exposed skin. She gasps.
" Hadyan… I can't… please… " she pushed herself back into him, feeling his erection pressing against her ass. He moans.
" So not helping, Lea "
His right-hand dips between her bra, as his left goes to her bra clasp. " Lea, do you want me to take it off? "
" No, I want to keep it on "
He nods, flipping her back around so she has on her back. He runs his tongue across her navel.
" God, Hadyan, yes. Yes, please " he grunts, his tongue travelling lower. He stops when he reaches her underwear. He gently places his hand on them.
" You're soaked. Do you want me to take them off? "
" Um, I think we should stop for now "
He hesitates for a second. Then nods, disappointment filling his face. " Hadyan, I just want our first time to be… special "
" Anything I do with you is special, Lea " she smiles at him, her heart doing cartwheels.
" Soon, then "
But even as her emotions cartwheel in joy, she feels a flicker of trepidation. Hadyan notices her hesitation.
" What's wrong? "
" There's something that keeps bothering me. I know you're part of a massive business empire. But are you also… part of the mafia? "
Hadyan freezes for a second, searching her expression. Whatever he sees, he relaxes. " They teach you how to get under a man's skin at a farm, do they? "
Chuckling, he pulls her closer. With a twinkle in his eye, he bends down and kisses her passionately. As he does, his reminder about sex echoes in her head.
Soon…
***
She wakes up on Monday morning and immediately glances at her phone. There are zero text messages. It's been a whole weekend since I spent the night at Hadyan's, and he hasn't texted or called since. I'm beginning to think I went crazy and nothing between us.
" What are you frowning about, Lea? "asked Lea
Lea's across the room, donning her makeup for class. " Nes… your brother, obviously "
" What's the devil done now? "
" It's what he hasn't done, actually "
Distracted, she changes outfits. She smoothes down her shirt and looks into the mirror.
I know I've seen Hadyan in a class all semester. But today feels different.
" Today feels… weird. I haven't seen Hadyan in a couple of days "
" And now, you're worried that he's ghosting you. If he does, don't worry. I'll kill him "
" Thanks, Nes "
She shakes off any remaining nerves. After a final glance in the mirror, she heads to class.
***
She arrives at her politics classroom, only to see Hadyan waiting at the entrance.
Well, well, well. Where have I seen this before?
She attempts to walk past him, but he stops her. He smirks at her forced nonchalance.
" Did you know that you snore? "
" Did you know that you're an ass? "
" Oh, come on, Lea. I didn't want to scare you off, that's all "
" Always ready with an excuse "
She walks to her desk and takes a seat, avoiding looking at him. Hadyan takes attendance in a hurry. Then suddenly, without warning, he flips off the lights.
" Surprise! It's movie day "
The others murmur to each other in surprise. Grinning, Hadyan addresses the now dark room.
" Today, we will be watching a black and white movie about the early days of Indonesia. If you complain, I will fail you. Just kidding. Just don't fall asleep "
"... Great "
She has happy to have a distraction from Hadyan.
History. My absolute favourite.
As soon as the movie starts playing, she hears someone whisper into her ear.
" Hey "
She jumps in her seat. Hadyan is sitting right behind her, wearing a shit-eating grin. She hisses at him, her heart still beating loudly in shock. " Hadyan! Why do you want? "
" How do you know I want anything? "
" Because I can see right through your act "
He doesn't move. His teasing smile makes her want to smack him on the head.
" I'm trying to watch the movie "
" Prove it "
She flips her hair and turns her back to him, doing her best to focus on the film. Slowly, she feels Hadyan manoeuvre his hands below her mop of hair, and start giving her a massage.
Holy, what is he… damn, that feels so…
Her thoughts turn to mush, his warm hands finding just the right spots to release the tension. She reaches backwards with her right hand and finds his crotch. Hadyan's voice turns hoarse.
" Farmgirl, what are you doing? "
" Do you want me to stop? "
A strangled moan escapes Hadyan's lips. He grunts and shakes his head. She keeps massaging his crotch, while his hand slowly dips beneath her shirt. She whispers to him.
" Hadyan, I think we should stop. Someone will see if we keep going "
" We're just two friends, giving each other a massage. No one will begrudge us, farm girl "
She has acutely aware of several students starting to notice her and Hadyan.
" No. We should stop "
Hadyan's breathing is ragged, his hand trailing goosebumps across her bare skin. She whispers in an anxious tone. " This can't happen. Not here "
Hadyan stiffens, but he knows she has right. Without responding, he walks back to his seat. She passes the rest of the class in a daze. When the bell rings, she makes her way to the exit.
" Where do you think you're going? "
" To my next class? I'm already late "
" I'll talk to whoever her teacher is. Come here, Lea "
" I didn't hear please " Hadyan starts to respond, but then notices the students passing. He waits until the room is empty.
" I'm closing the door "
" What if I want the door open? "
" Trust me, farm girl. You don't "
Hadyan shuts the classroom door. " Hadyan… what are you planning to do? "
Hadyan runs his eyes up and down her body. She shivers in anticipation. " Many things, but first… sit "
" Please "
" Sit, please "
" Fine "
She takes a seat on her chair, keeping her expression purposefully blank. " I need you to do me a favour"
" I won't have sex with you "
" I deserved that "
" And more "
" Hmm. Care to punish me? "
" With what? "
" My hand.. or something else? "
He winks at Lea. Her cheeks are on fire. " How bad do you want an A? "
" Not bad enough to see you naked "
" Who said anything about me? "
Before she can respond, or even react, Hadyan leans over to kiss her.
His lips press against hers with urgency, his gasps mingling into her breathless moans.
" An A, it is. Maybe even an A+ " her whole body feels like it's on fire.
" Hadyan… I want to earn my A " his lips move over to his earlobe, nipping at it.
" You're the best student in this class by a country mile. You've more than earned it "
His lips move back to her face. Kissing her nose. Her eyelids. Her cheeks.
" Plus. We need you to keep that scholarship. Can't have you running off to another school "
" Maybe it should. To teach you a lesson "
" Mmm. I know a lesson I'd like to teach you "
And then, just as suddenly, he leans away. Leaving her hungry for more.
" You should go. I'll see you at lunch? " his voice sounds almost insecure. She nod.
But as she does, Hadyan's expression suddenly turns sombre. " What's wrong? "
Uncharacteristically stiff and serious, he nods at her Grandma's necklace on her neck.
" What's wrong with it? "
" Don't wear expensive jewellery during the school day. I'd hate to see you lose something important "
" Hadyan, it's my Grandma's necklace "
" Please, Lea. That's something even my money can't replace "
" Yeah. I guess you're right "
Hadyan appears relieved that she has not put up a fight. He quickly dips his head and gives her forehead a light peck.
" Have a good day, Lea. Stay out of trouble "
He turns back to his papers. Nostrils flared, and she grab the classroom door and fling it open.
He's always speaking in riddles, that one.