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I text Matthew that I'm going to use his laptop for one of my reports to print out.

In the morning before he left, we got along really well. We basically talked about what things were studying this year and how we hope to have good plans for the future.

Anyways, I told him that my laptop doesn't connect to a printer and he told me I could use his as soon as he leaves.

I sit on his side of the room and go to his laptop. He says his password is in his drawer, inside his pencil box.

Though his laptop was already on, all I have to do is type his password in. And oh, what happens when his account logs in, the text application is already on- with his document.

It's definitely romance, like he talked about. Though, this is so explicit. It's like sexual desires and lust and imaginative actions.

The coincidental thing, my name is in it. My name, and his name. I'm assuming we are the direct couple in his novel, and well, we get down. And I'm morally, confused.

He doesn't like me, at least he claims to push me away, yet he writes about having sex with me for his college major.

"Matt. We need to talk. Like, now." I call through the phone and he tells me he's still around the corner so he'll be here immediately.

He's here and I point at the screen with my chin propped on my palms. "What's this?" I ask skimming through some more defined paragraphs.

"It's- uh, um, desires. Just an assignment. Don't overthink it, please!" Before he can further explain, I grab his waist and pull him onto my lap as I sit on the desk chair, basically doing what he wants.

Matthew's legs are spread as he motions his hips against me, causing a sensational friction while we kiss roughly, his lips pressing against mine hard. He sucks all around my neck, with the occasional treatment of his tongue over the recently sucked spot.

"You don't want me right?" Matthew pants as he looks me in the eyes. "No. I don't."

- April 3 16