You blink in surprise when Lola suddenly grabs your wrists and pins them above your head with one hand while using her other hand to block your mouth with her free palm. "Gotcha!" she says triumphantly, grinning widely at you from only inches away. "Now who's going to help me with the project?"

Her breath is warm against your ear as she whispers softly, "You will."

You squirm beneath her, trying desperately to free yourself from Lola's iron grip. It doesn't seem to be working very well though; if anything, she just laughs and tightens her hold on you a little more. "Come on," she teases, "you can struggle all you want, but I promise you're not going anywhere until we figure this out."

Her breath tickles against your ear again as she whispers, "Besides, it's not like I'm hurting you or anything..."

Her body quakes violently as your words send her over the edge. With a gasping moan, she comes hard in your arms, her legs going weak and giving way beneath her. She clings to you for support, her breath hot against your neck as she tries to catch her breath.

For a long moment, neither of you moves or says anything. The only sound is the ragged rhythm of their labored breathing, mingling together in the air between them.

She finally breaks free from her trance-like state, her chest heaving with exertion. A faint blush tints her cheeks as she looks up at Henri, a small smile playing on her lips. "Thanks," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart.

Well, that's a pretty good one. I like nature too. Maybe we can go on a hike sometime during the year and explore together. After school, of course.

Why do you ask that? Because I'm popular or something? Just because I'm attractive doesn't mean I can only like things that are considered girly. I can like what I want, okay?