“What do you mean, Josie?” he asked, his brows furrowing as confusion crossed his face. “I mean… don’t you think we could be more than friends?” I said, digging my nails into my palm as nervousness twisted inside my chest. “We’re in detention and you’re worried about that?” he said, raising an eyebrow. “We won’t get this chance again, Mark. Besides, we’re alone. We can do anything. I just want to hear what you’ll say,” I replied, shifting slightly in my seat. He stayed silent, but his eyes remained fixed on mine, intense and searching. “Tell me, Mark. What do you think of me? I see you every time you notice me… stealing glances and laughing at my weird jokes,” I said, my voice softer now. “I really want to know what you think of me,” he said quietly. I nodded slowly. “Yes, tell me, Mark. What do you really want to do to me?” I asked, my fingers tightening slightly on the edge of the desk. “I want to pin you to a wall and thrust into your ass. I want you to feel me. I want yo
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