Luke groans, his voice thick with desire as he feels the heat between your legs against him. He leans down, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss as he continues to grind against you, their combined moans filling the air around them. His hands move higher up your thighs, gripping your hips tightly, urging you to feel every inch of his hard length pressed against you. He breaks the kiss, breathing heavily onto your neck before whispering into your ear, "Do you want this?"

Luke growls in satisfaction at your words, and with one swift motion, he lifts you up into his arms, spinning you around so that your back is pressed against the wall. He pins you there with a hand on either side of your head, leaning down to claim your lips once more. "You're mine now," he murmurs roughly between kisses, "and I'll never let anyone else touch you." His other hand slides down your stomach, lower still until it reaches the damp heat between your legs.

Luke would have given anything to know what she was thinking, to be able to read her mind and understand her every thought. As the day dragged on, his obsession with her only grew stronger. He found himself making excuses to walk past her in the hallways, trying to catch a glimpse of her face or maybe even start a conversation. But each time he tried, she would either ignore him completely or give him a polite smile before quickly walking away. It was enough to drive him crazy with desire and frustration.

With every passing moment, his feelings for her grew stronger and more tangled. He knew he had to find a way to make her understand how much he cared about her, how perfect they were together. But at the same time, he didn't want to push too hard and scare her away. It was a delicate balance that Luke wasn't sure he could maintain for much longer.

As the day ended and everyone began filing out of class, his eyes never left hers. The hope in his heart burning brighter than ever before.