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KATHERINE THRONES

I shut my locker, and there he was, Alexander, with that charming smile on his face. "Hey, Katherine," he greeted me warmly.

I couldn't help but smile back at him, feeling my heart flutter in his presence. "Hey," I replied, trying to sound cool and collected.

"Ready to leave?" he asked, and I nodded eagerly.

"Yeah, let's go," I said, my excitement barely contained.

“Awesome.”

He reached for my hand, and I felt a jolt of electricity as our fingers intertwined. It was such a simple gesture, but it meant the world to me.

We walked together to his car, and as he opened the door for me, my heart skipped a beat. Climbing into the car, I couldn't help but steal glances at him. His presence next to me made me feel giddy and alive.

He started the engine, and we drove off, the world passing by in a blur. We chatted and laughed along the way, enjoying each other's company without a care in the world.

As we drove, I felt a sense of comfort and happiness wash over me. Being with him felt so natural like we had known each other forever. It was as if all the worries and doubts melted away in his presence, leaving only the joy of the moment.

I couldn't help but steal glances at him, admiring his profile and the way his eyes lit up when he smiled. Every moment with him felt like a dream come true, and I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have him by my side.

Time seemed to fly by too quickly, and before I knew it, we had arrived at our destination. As he parked the car, I reluctantly let go of his hand, already missing the warmth of his touch.

As we stepped into his house, I plopped my heavy bag on the sofa, feeling relieved to finally put it down.

He glanced at the bag and then back at me, and I could sense a hint of guilt in his eyes. "Did you have a study session today that I'm interrupting by asking you to come over?" he inquired, concern lacing his voice.

I hesitated for a moment. I knew I had to study, and part of me felt guilty for lying, but I really wanted to spend time with him.

So, with a smile, I replied, "Nah, I don't have anything to do. We can spend the day together."

His face brightened with a smile, and I felt a wave of happiness wash over me. I knew I should be responsible and catch up on my studies, but being with Alexander was worth it. I could study later, right?

"Okay," Alexander replied with a smile, and then he asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Yeah, I am," I answered, feeling my stomach growl in agreement.

He grinned, "Great! I'll cook for you."

I chuckled, trying to dissuade him. "Oh, come on, there's no need for that. We could just order pizza or Chinese takeout."

"Nonsense," he insisted, shaking his head. "I want to cook for you."

I laughed again, charmed by his determination. "Alright, alright, if you insist," I said playfully, "I'll join in, then."

With smiles on our faces, we ventured into the kitchen and we were ready to cook. Playful banter filled the air as we gathered the ingredients and utensils needed for the meal. I couldn't help but chuckle at Alexander's mischievous grin as he handed me a chef's hat.

"Looks good on you," he teased, making me playfully swat his arm.

"Watch it, mister," I replied my own grin widening.

As we started preparing the meal, laughter echoed through the kitchen. We goofed around, bumping into each other, and making silly faces while chopping vegetables. Somehow, even the simplest tasks became amusing in each other's company.

"Hey, be careful with that knife!" I warned, pretending to be concerned as he pretended to struggle with the cucumber.

"Don't worry, I got this," he said with mock confidence, winking at me.

I rolled my eyes, but my heart fluttered at his playful antics. Cooking with him felt like a joyful dance, where we moved in sync, teasing and laughing all the while.

"Alright, time to add some seasoning," Alexander declared, holding up a spice jar. "Do you trust me?"

I pretended to consider, putting on an exaggerated thoughtful expression. "Hmm, I'm not so sure," I teased back, "but I'll give you a chance."

He grinned and added the seasoning, making a show of sprinkling it carefully. I couldn't help but laugh at his playful performance.

As the meal came together, the kitchen filled with delightful aromas. We exchanged knowing glances and nodded approvingly at each other's culinary skills, even if they were far from perfect.

"Voilà!" Alexander proclaimed, presenting the finished dish with a flourish.

”I give you, World Class Chef Alexander Walters’s finest recipe…” he began, speaking in a feigned Italian accent and I beat my hands against the counter, giving him a drum-roll. “Spaghetti and Meatballs!”

I clapped my hands and playfully applauded. "Bravo, chef!" I said, giving him a pretend chef's kiss on each cheek.

He bowed dramatically, and we both burst into laughter. In that moment, the world seemed to fade away, and it was just the two of us, caught up in the joy of each other's company.

We took our meal to the living room and we sat on the couch, Alexander turned on Netflix, and I could feel the excitement building inside me.

"So, which movie would you like to watch?" he asked, his eyes shining with anticipation.

"I'd love to watch a romcom," I replied, smiling at him.

He groaned dramatically and rolled his eyes. "Seriously? Rom Coms are so cheesy and unrealistic," he protested, trying to hide a grin.

I giggled, knowing that he preferred action-packed movies. "Oh, come on, it'll be fun. Let's give it a try," I said, playfully nudging him.

He sighed but eventually relented. "Fine, but just this once," he teased, selecting the first romcom he saw.

As we snuggled together on the couch, I felt a warm sense of contentment wash over me. Being close to Alexander felt so natural and comforting.

The romcom began, and we started eating our meal while getting lost in the story. I couldn't help but notice Alexander stealing glances at me every now and then.

His eyes held a mixture of amusement and affection, and I found myself blushing under his gaze. I knew that he didn't enjoy romcoms, but he was willing to watch one just to make me happy.

I could feel the heat of his body so close to mine, and every time our hands brushed against each other, a jolt of electricity shot through me. It was as if the air around us was charged with an unspoken desire, and I found myself getting lost in the sensual tension between us.

His playful teasing and genuine laughter made my heart flutter even more. I couldn't help but steal glances at him, admiring the way his lips curved into a smile and the way his eyes sparkled with joy.

With each passing moment, the magnetic pull between us seemed to grow stronger, drawing us closer together. I could feel his gaze on me, and every time our eyes met, it was like an unspoken connection was formed.

As the movie played, my mind kept drifting back to him, to the intoxicating feeling of being so close to someone I cared about so deeply.

Finally, as the movie reached its climax, I could feel the tension reaching its peak. Our eyes locked, and I could see the same longing and uncertainty mirrored in his gaze.

At that moment, I couldn't resist the overwhelming desire to kiss him. With a mix of nervousness and anticipation, I leaned in, closing the small gap between us. Our lips met in a soft, tender kiss.

I felt a rush when Alexander's lips met mine, and we kissed for what felt like forever. His hands traced along my body, sending tingles everywhere. My fingers found their way into his soft, tousled hair, pulling him closer. The kiss felt electric like sparks were flying between us. We kissed for what felt like forever, and I never wanted it to end.

But then he suddenly pulled away and I looked up at him with a pout. I could see the desire in his eyes, and I knew he felt it too. His breathing was heavy, fast, and hard.

"You want this, Katherine?" he asked.

"Yes," I breathed, my cheeks flushing with excitement. My heart was pounding so loud, I think he could hear it.

He didn't waste a moment, pulling me back into his embrace and kissing me passionately once more. His hands ventured lower, finding the hem of my top. I felt his warm touch against my skin as he lifted it up. My cheeks flushed, and my body trembled with anticipation.

He pulled away from the kiss again, his eyes lowering downward as he drank in the sight before him. I felt nervous and vulnerable – my arms aching with the urge to simply cover up my exposed skin. But then, my eyes found his and I felt so alive, I felt so wanted to see the way he looked at me.

The way he looked at me made me feel like I was the only girl in the world. I wanted to pull him closer, I wanted to feel his skin pressed against mine once more, but I didn't know if I should.

"Are you sure you want this, Katherine?" he asked again, his voice soft and gentle. He must’ve sensed my uneasiness and anxiety.

"Yes," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I'm sure."

His hands moved, aiming for my waist and the need to bring me closer but he paused for a moment again, looking into my eyes for any sign of hesitation.

But I wanted this, wanted him.

So I pulled him back to me, and we kissed even more, our bodies getting closer, our feelings intertwining. His touch was electric and my heart pulsed swiftly, feeling like it might burst with yearning.

Everything else faded away. All that existed was this moment, this incredible feeling of being desired and cared for. I trusted him, and I could boldly say that I trusted myself, I was making the right decision.

I won't regret this later.

The room was filled with the sound of our hushed whispers and soft sighs, the air thick with desire. I gasped as his hands roamed my skin again, his touch igniting a fire inside me. I let out soft moans, and I could tell he was feeling the same way. It was all so intense and passionate, like a whirlwind of emotions and sensations.

He pulled away from the kiss yet again, and I mumbled, "You have to stop doing this."

Alexander chuckled, "It's for the best part," he said, smirking.

I looked down and saw him take out a condom from his pocket.

My brow arched in playful surprise, and I asked, "Do you always carry a condom in your pocket?"

He grinned mischievously, "Nah, but I had a feeling about today."

I couldn't help but giggle, and then I leaned in to kiss him again.