Zoe stopped just outside the form room.
“Oh, God, I’ve still not done my art homework,” she murmured.
“You should probably go and do it. I’ll be in the form room if you need me,” I replied.
“Will you be alright on your own?”
“I’ll be fine. I’ve got some stuff to do. Now go and do your homework.”
Zoe hurried down another corridor. I opened the door. I was pulled inside and my back hit the wall. The door swung shut. The figure in front of me pinned me against the wall by my shoulders.
“You’re gorgeous when you’re scared,” the figure whispered against my neck.
“Nat?” I asked, bewildered. I couldn’t say anything else at that moment; his breath on my flesh made my throat tighten.
Nat turned away and walked a few small steps. I relaxed a bit but stayed where I was against the wall.
“What was Zoe talking about earlier?” he asked, not turning around. “What is it you’ve got to tell me?”
I sighed. “I know what you are. But that’s not it. I’m not human either.”
“Then what are you?” asked Nat.
I paused. “I’m Death,” I said quietly before continuing at a louder volume. “I’m Death. That was the one condition that Zoe–”
My words were cut short by his lips on mine. His hands on my hips set off fireworks inside my head. Despite it being an entirely new experience for me, my body seemed to know how to react to his touch.
My arms automatically wrapped around his neck. I pressed against him and his grip on my hips tightened. The contact sent electricity rippling through me. He slid a hand down to my thigh and pulled me even closer while moving the other hand around to my back, twirling my black hair around his fingers.
Nat prised my lips apart with his. His tongue skimmed across mine, teasing me, making me want more. His hand at my back moved to my waist again. His body flattened mine against the wall.
I was pressed between him and the wall but I wanted to be even closer. The fantasies from earlier returned, but now more intense, more powerful, more passionate. Then Nat did something that simply fuelled the desires. His lips left mine and moved down my throat. I tilted my head back, my eyes still closed, revelling in the moment.
He continued downwards until he came to the top of my shirt. My chest rose and fell rapidly as the euphoria increased. I brought his face back to mine, missing the taste of his lips. His tongue delved further into my mouth, adding to the ecstasy.
Someone cleared their throat. Nat pulled away suddenly and stepped back. Zoe stood there with her hands on her hips. I hadn’t even noticed the door open. Her expression wasn’t overly friendly to say the least.