Sky's P.O.V.

"What? Are we leaving?" Zoe asks in an irritated tone when I straighten her skirt.

I pull her closer to me by the strings of her front-tied crop top. "What else do you want, Trouble?"

Although I'm aware that all she needs right now is my dick buried deep inside her, I ask her anyway, watching the frustration and desire in her eyes.

Her breath hitches, and she bites her lower lip, looking up at me with pleading eyes.

Damn! This woman is so irresistible. I can't even express in words how hot she looked bent over the desk a few minutes ago. I've seen many women like that, but none have ever had this effect on me.

"Tell me, what do you want?" I repeat, moving closer to her.

"I..." she stammers. "You know what I want, Sky."

I smirk, loving the way she looks so desperate for me. "I want to hear you say it, Zoe."

She hesitates for a moment, her cheeks turning red. "I want you," she finally admits, her voice coming out as a whisper. "I want you inside me."

I become hard at her words and feel an overwhelming urge to fuck her right there, pinning her against the wall. But not today—I want to make her yearn for me like she's made me yearn for her.

"I've been longing to make you mine, Trouble ever since I heard your moans and saw you using the vibrator. But first, I want to teach you a lesson." I state with mischievous glint in my eyes.

Her brows narrow in confusion. "Lesson?"

"Yes, lesson." I nod, tying up her top. "For pushing me away from you."

Her eyes widen, and she looks up at me, bewildered. "What do you mean?"

I lean in, my lips brushing against her ear. "Every time you pushed me away, every time you denied your feelings for me, you made me want you even more. And now, it's my turn to make you feel the same way."

"Sky, you can't do this." She pouts at me. "I was angry with you. And you've already punished me."

"That punishment was for letting Liam hug you, Trouble." I gently smooth out her hair, which I had rumpled earlier while kissing her passionately.

"You're cruel." She averts her gaze in anger.

I chuckle softly, enjoying how I've managed to turn the tables on her. "Oh, Trouble, this is just the beginning," I say in a teasing tone, pulling up her chin to meet my gaze. "I want you to feel every bit of what I've felt, to know how hard it was for me to hold back when all I wanted was to claim you as mine."

She lets out a frustrated sigh. "Sky, please..."

I smile, enjoying her desperation. "Not yet, Trouble. But soon. Very soon. Now, let's go back to the party." I take her hand and lead her out of the classroom.

There's one more reason I'm delaying fucking Zoe: I want to relish every moment with her. And I still can't believe it—Zoe is giving us a chance to be more than just best friends.

It's fucking amazing!

***

Zoe's P.O.V.

Sexually frustrated!

I'm so fucking frustrated because Sky stopped after turning me on. Who does that? How can he be so cruel? My Sky wasn't that cruel.

We are walking back to the poolside from the classroom, my lips pulled out in an angry pout.

"Thank you, Trouble," he suddenly says, halting and turning his gaze to me, causing my brows to furrow in confusion. "For giving us a chance. I promise I won't make you regret it."

"But I'm already regretting it." I glare at him, pouting.

He lets out a soft laugh, causing my frown to deepen. Here I am, angry with him, and look at him—he's laughing.

I turn my back on him, folding my arms across my chest. "Sky, this isn't funny. You can't just... leave me like that."

"Oh, Trouble, you'll thank me later. Trust me, the wait will make it worth it." He wraps his arms around me from behind, and my anger vanishes into thin air.

Oh God! Why is it so hard to stay mad at him?

I glance at him over my shoulder. "You better make it worth it."

"I promise." As he plants a soft kiss on my cheek, I close my eyes, losing myself in his touch.

How did we go from best friends to this in just a matter of days? It feels surreal, like something out of a dream—or a romantic novel. I'd fantasized about moments like these, but never dared to believe they'd actually come true.

Every time Sky comes closer to me, I literally feel butterflies in my stomach like I read in novels. When he touches me, I feel as if every cell in my body comes alive.

We make our way back to the poolside, where the party is in full swing. The music is loud, the energy high, and everyone is either dancing or lounging by the pool.

We start dancing, smiling at each other, shaking our bodies and throwing our hands in the air. It's not the first time we're dancing like this, but it feels different today. There's a new level of intensity between us, a connection that wasn't there before.

As Sky twirls me around, I laugh, feeling happier than I ever have before. The way he looks at me with pure adoration makes me feel blessed to have him. And now that he's all mine, I feel like I'm on cloud nine. I was foolish to think that our friendship would suffer if we took our relationship to the next level. I can already feel that we'll be so perfect as a couple.

As the song changes to something slower, Sky stands behind me. I feel his hands on my hips, pulling me back against him. My breath becomes heavy, and I feel a rush of warmth spread through me as he moves with me, his body pressing against mine. It's the first time he's danced with me like this—not as my friend, but as something more. It feels so damn good.

His hands roam over my body, sending shivers down my spine. His touch is electric, igniting a fire within me. I feel incredible.