Chapter 2

2

The night air at the track field was cool. I had never felt such a refreshing breeze against my skin.

From a distance, I saw Mason waiting in a dark corner. It looked like he had been there for a while.

I started jogging toward him.

Just then, a gust of wind blew right at me. I couldn't react in time.

My skirt flipped up effortlessly.

In the faint glow of the streetlights, Mason craned his neck. His eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head.

"This is so embarrassing," I thought to myself.

"Here, have some water."

As I approached, Mason handed me a bottle.

I didn't know if he did it on purpose or if my mind was just in the gutter.

The shape of the bottle was long and oddly firm.

It startled me, and I let out a small gasp.

"This... this bottle has a pretty unique shape, doesn't it?"

I laughed awkwardly and sat down on the grass, giving him a nervous smile.

He was wearing loose athletic shorts. After I sat down, he stood up and loomed over me.

He adjusted his waistband. Looking up, I could clearly see a proud, prominent shape through the fabric.

The next second, Mason took a step closer to me.

Then another.

He was almost touching me.

Under the dim light, I tried to scoot back, but I caught a strong whiff of his pheromones.

It was a scent of raw masculinity, heat, and intense desire.

He smirked.

"What's wrong?" he asked, clearly knowing the answer.

I lowered my head and stammered, "Nothing…"

Being teased like this made me feel both ashamed and thrilled.

"Why... why did you ask me to come out here?"

Mason stopped looking into the distance and fixed his gaze on my skirt.

"No reason, really."

"But this skirt is pretty special. Where did you get it?"

As he spoke, he reached out his hand to touch it.

I instinctively tried to dodge, but I lost my balance. My body tilted to the side.

"Ah!"

The teasing had already made my limbs weak. I fell over and couldn't quite get back up.

Seeing this, Mason pursed his lips and blew a puff of air toward me.

Right then, another gust of wind arrived.

The wind easily lifted my skirt again.

I panicked, crying out as I tried to hold the fabric down.

He just stood there laughing.

"I guess... black is in style this year!"

He was clearly talking about me.

I had never felt so exposed. I huddled there, clutching my skirt, not daring to move.

"Watch out! A bug!"

Suddenly, Mason pointed at my top and shouted.

I was terrified of insects. I started shaking my clothes frantically.

"It's right here!"

Mason ran behind me, his hands pulling at my shirt.

To look more alluring that night, I had worn a top that buttoned up the back.

I didn't realize Mason had intentionally undone my buttons.

When he said the bug was gone, I finally relaxed.

But as soon as I let go, my top almost slid right off.

"Stop it!"

"Don't look!"

The wind blew again, perfectly timed.

I had one hand covering my chest and the other pressing down my skirt.

I kept begging him to move away.

But Mason was ready for a full-on assault.

He smiled wickedly and pressed against me.

My mind went completely blank. I had no idea what he was going to do.

Then, he suddenly pinned me down onto the track.

"Nothing on top, nothing on bottom?"

His voice was hurried and urgent.

"Do you like excitement?"

"Is this exciting enough for you?"

"It's much better than the lecture hall, right?"

His words made my face flush with a mix of shame and heat. I couldn't help but think of what I did in class.

Suddenly, I noticed someone running on the track not far away. They had already done several laps.

"Please, can we go to that corner?"

I pointed toward a large tree in the distance.

But he seemed to know exactly what I wanted. He knew I wanted him and that I would let him do anything.

Mason insisted on staying right here.

The jogger was getting closer and closer.

"No, stop! Get off me!"

"Don't…"

He just chuckled and whispered something filthy into my ear.

The words ignited a fire in me. I let go of all my defenses and completely surrendered to him.