Luke had never expected Alex to be so bold. He opened his eyes wide and saw the curtains like white flags being lifted by the wind, fluttering in the wind and slowly falling. Before Luke could react, his mind was blank. He only felt Alex holding the back of his head with one hand, pinching his chin with the other hand, and pressing down heavily with his lips.
He could see his classmates right in front of him, some standing and some sitting, whispering softly, like a slow and lengthy movie scene.
The back of his head was pressed against Alex's palm, his hands hanging at his sides, as if he would not move. He held his breath, his heartbeat almost still.
After realizing what was happening, Luke struggled slightly, not daring to make a sound, and tried to push him away with his hands, but Alex ignored him, holding his lips and sucking, tossing and turning, and lingering endlessly, making it impossible for Luke to react at all and could only passively endure the entanglement of his lips and tongue.
A tingling sensation spread throughout her body, and she could hear the voices of her classmates, sometimes near and sometimes far away. Luke's brain was deprived of oxygen, her heart was beating wildly, and she was almost addicted to it.
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