Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

MY HANDS TREMBLE, a light sweat covering my forehead as my heart
thuds.
Just one more time...
I can’t stop hearing her whisper or feeling her mouth since I left her this
morning. God, I’m exhausted. A fog sits in my head, and I can’t seem to get
my eyes open all the way yet, but I’m floating. Blissfully floating.
As soon as I’d woken up, I’d rolled over and needed her. I didn’t want to
leave Liv’s bed until I’d tasted every inch of her, and I couldn’t believe I’d
had any energy left to go yet again after that, or that I’d gotten laid twice this
morning and already wanted more.
I’m on fire, and I can’t wait to see her.
I dig my books out of my locker, taking deep breaths to calm myself
down, but it’s not working.
“Clay,” someone says.
I turn my head, a couple guys shouting down the hall.
The new girl from my math class stands next to me, holding a folder and
a book. Her blonde hair ends just above the shoulders, straightened with
layers. She carries a Hermès backpack that even my mom probably wouldn’t
treat herself to.
“Sorry, I don’t mean to ambush you,” she says, smiling, and I notice the
subtle pink gloss that plumps her lips. “My name’s Chloe. We have calculus
together.”
She holds out her hand, and she stands so close the hair on my arm
touches the hair on hers. Awareness rises.