VINCENZO

With my back leaned against a tree, I waited. My attention would occasionally slip to the students around, before agitation hit me again. Each time I felt like kicking back, thoughts about Rina rushed in. I was left wondering why she'd hesitated. Honest to the high heavens, I'd inscribe my dick on her forehead if that would make her understand she was mine.

Vanilla whirled into my nose. Alerted, I pulled away from the tree and darted my eyes around, eventually landing on her advancing form. She looked…different. I squinted, immediately connecting the dots. Her hair was hitched up in a ponytail. So high was it that it snatched...