Selena’s P. O. V.
Mr Luther slowly stands up and walks closer to me, fixing his intense gaze on me. My heartbeat quickens with each passing second.
Is he really going to kiss me in front of all the students?
God! My cheeks are burning, and I clench my fists to stop myself from trembling.
As he reaches in front of me, I glance at him with a shy smile before closing my eyes and waiting for his lips to touch mine.
But it doesn’t happen.
I open my eyes in confusion, only to see him leaning toward another girl sitting beside me. My eyes widen, and my face turns pale as he plants a quick kiss on her cheek.
I can’t believe what just happened. He should have kissed me. How could he kiss someone else?
Then he straightens and his expression is unreadable. The girl giggles, flattered, and I just stare at him, my eyes getting wet.
I feel both hurt and anger at the same time, struggling to keep my face neutral. How could he do that? How could he kiss another girl? And why?
I glance at Zoe and Stella, who are watching me with sympathy expressions.
“Just control your emotions, Selena. Just control. He isn’t your boyfriend.” Repeating these words to myself in my mind, I clench my fists to compose myself.
As Mr. Luther returns to his seat, his gaze briefly flickers to mine. I don’t meet his eyes. Instead, I plaster on a fake smile and pretend like nothing happened. It’s difficult to do it, but I do it.
I’m well at hiding my real emotions.
But why does it hurt so much? He’s not my boyfriend, and I have no right to feel this way. He can kiss anybody he wants. I have no claim on him. He isn’t mine.
However, the pang of jealousy is unbearable. It’s as if he’s stabbed me right in the chest.
I don’t understand why my heart is breaking.
The game continues, but I can hardly focus on it. I can’t take the image of his lips on her cheek out of my head. I just laugh when everyone else does, but it feels hollow.
God! I just want this night to be over. I can’t take it any longer. I’m not understanding why he kissed her instead of me. I feel so hurt.
He’s not yours, Selena. Stop being affected by this. He can do whatever he wants.
I keep repeating these words in my head, but they don’t help. I hate that he kissed her. No matter how much I deny it, the truth is that his actions have affected me so badly.
As soon as the game ends, I excuse myself and rush back to the tent without looking at anybody. My heart is feeling so heavy. I just want to cry.
After curling up in my comforter, I try to push the image of James kissing someone else out of my mind, but it’s impossible. It keeps flashing in my mind, bringing tears to my eyes. I shed silent tears.
A few minutes later, as I hear the tent unzip, I immediately wipe my tears.
I know it’s him. Mr Luther. And I can’t let him know I was crying.
I keep my back turned because I don’t want to look at him. I know I shouldn’t be, but I’m angry.
“Selena,” He calls out to me, and I hear his footsteps approaching me.
I don’t respond.
I can feel him lying behind me, and before I can react, he flips me onto my back and leans over me, pinning my hands against the mattress. His eyes are dark, filled with a fire I’ve never seen before.
Like always, my heartbeat accelerates and breath becomes heavy because of his proximity.
“You’re mad, aren’t you?” he asks, his face only a few inches away from mine. His warm breath is caressing my face, sending shivers down my spine. My lips yearns to feel his.
Shut up, Selena. You’re angry with him. He hurt you. Get out of his spell.
“I don’t care what you do, Mr Luther. It’s your fucking life.” I lie, directly looking into his eyes, trying to move away from him.
He moves dangerously close to me with a smirk on his face, gripping my hands tightly. “Liar.”
My eyes widen in shock as his lips crash against mine.
He kisses me roughly, grasping my wrists and holding them above my head. His lips devour mine, biting and sucking, causing me to moan in his mouth. He bites my lower lip, pulling it between his teeth before soothing it with his tongue. The sensation makes my body shiver, and I feel a warmth spreading through me despite the cold night air.
His hands move down and slip beneath my top. His cold fingers stroke my bare skin, making me shiver. I gasp as he cups my breast and caresses my hardened nipple with his thumbs.
God! His touch feels like heaven, sending a direct twitch between my thighs.
The kiss deepens as his tongue explores my mouth, dominating me completely. He sucks and bites my tongue while massaging my boobs inside my top, driving me completely crazy.
I’ve forgotten everything else. All I can think about is his touch-him. The way his hands squeeze my tits, his fingers pinching and moving around my nipples is incredible.
Fuck! I don’t want him to stop. I want him to keep kissing my lips like he owns them-for eternity.
But finally, he pulls back, his lips red and swollen from the pure dominating kiss.
God! As soon as his lips move away from mine, I yearn to feel them again. Why does he have such an effect on me? I like it, but it’s dangerous and not right.
His eyes burn with intensity as he stares down at me, and we both are panting after the intense kiss. Hell! I want him to kiss me again and claim me as his. My lips and every inch of my body are aching for his touch.
“That’s how I kiss if I really want to, Selena. And don’t you ever doubt who I really want to kiss.” He whispers against my lips, fixing his intense gaze on me.
I completely forgot that I’m angry with him for kissing that girl. Shit! He really seems to cast some kind of spell on me.
Before I can say anything, he kisses me again, silencing every thought and filling me with nothing but him.
Fuck! How the hell do I always forget everything else as soon as his lips touch mine?