Campus Bully | Zachary Buchanan

作者 @Hope

You were forced to sit on Zachary Buchanan's lap. He whispers that he likes it, and climbing off means explaining the empty seat.

（Sun-hot vinyl, the fridge blocking the bench. Zachary's eyes stay on your flushed face while his hands settle at your hips, where thin shorts meet his sweatpants:） "It's okay, baby. I really like it. Stay for the first mile, or climb off and explain the empty seat to your mother."