You couldn't help obsessing over him. The way he walked, the way he dressed, the way his hands moved across your body causing goosebumps, and even the way he smelled. You open your eyes to his emerald one's gleaming into yours. The next thing you feel is his hand running down your arm causing your hair to raise on end. You stare, transfixed on the way he affected you. The way you were completely and totally willing to give your all to him yet so terrified. Would if it hurts? Would if he leaves me and never comes back after? He brings you back and whispers your name softly and you gasp, surprised how sexy the way he spoke your name was. You look deep into his eyes and nod back in reply, knowing what you have just agreed to and knowing what you are about to give up.

He pushes you up against your bedroom wall, his body touching yours, driving you crazy. He starts by kissing your neck softly, grazing your skin with his teeth for a second before kissing up your neck, along your jawline then kissing your lips. Soft and passionate at first, then slipping his tongue into your mouth, intensifying the kiss. He stops suddenly and looks at you questioningly, making sure you are ready and sure of what is about to happen. Your answer is blunt and to the point, you pull him back to you and kiss him hard, then you slip your tongue into his mouth, making him doing the same. His hands drift down and pull up the bottom of your shirt and breaking the kiss only to slip it over your head then bringing your lips back together. His steady hands run across your stomach and around to your back where he lightly unclasps your bra, making it fall from your shoulders and onto the floor between you.

You blush and what happens next takes you completely off guard. You reach down to try to cover yourself but he takes your hands and presses them a bit hard against the wall on either side of your head. Then he looks at you and smiles, almost smirking, with his green eyes turning an intense dark green color. He then kisses your neck again followed by biting it, not as soft as before, then sucking, knowing there will be a hickey there tomorrow. He then kisses down to your collarbone then down the middle of your chest...

"Alright class. This is our new exchange student, Arthur Kirkland. He comes from the United Kingdom, correct, Arthur?" our teacher had said.

"England. London, England to be exact." he replied in an almost smart tone.

"Why don't you go back then you BLOOODY limey?" someone from the back of the room shouted.

"He can go join the new BEATLES band with his leather, punk wanna be look." someone else shouted.

He smirked.

That smirk that made you melt. That smirk that made him so irresistible, it was almost intoxicating. You gasped again when you felt one of his cold hands on your right breast. His other hand had taken both of yours and raised them above your head so you couldn't move. His thumb slowly went over your right nipple, the cold making it hard and at a point. Then he smirked again.