The classroom buzzed faintly with idle chatter and the scraping of chairs. Celeste sat near the corner, one leg crossed, chin propped on her hand. Her seatmate, Lyka, was already half-asleep—head tilted, mouth slightly open, arms folded like she was ready to nap through the apocalypse.
Their professor was, as usual, late.
Celeste's lips curved into a sly smirk.
She picked up her phone, scrolled to Ash's name, and started typing with dangerous intent.
Celeste:
Hello Sir. Miss my kitten? 😏
She bit her lip and hit send.
Across campus, in a quiet office bathed in the dull hum of computers and paperwork, Ash's phone buzzed.
He glanced at it absently—then nearly dropped it.
His ears went red in seconds.
He stared at the screen, blinking. Then typed.
Deleted.
Typed again.
Deleted again.
His fingers hovered uselessly over the keyboard, brain short-circuiting.
Back in the classroom, Celeste watched the screen.
'Typing…'
Then it vanished.
Then 'Typing…' again.
She snickered.
Celeste:
Hihi~ did your face just turn red? 🩷
She didn't need to see him. She knew.
Ash clenched his jaw, burying his face behind a folder, praying no one walked past his desk.
Then finally—
Ash:
You should focus on class, Cel.
Celeste:
Our prof's not here yet. This is technically study break 🧠
Ash:
Then use it to behave.
Celeste:
Don't wanna 😌
Ash exhaled hard, pinching the bridge of his nose.
And just when he thought she might stop—
Another message came in.
Celeste:
What should I do to you next?
I've already snuck into your bed.
I've stolen kisses.
And your hands were already in places they shouldn't be… 😚
Ash nearly dropped his phone again.
His face turned crimson.
He typed fast.
Ash:
CELESTE. BEHAVE. 😠
Celeste:
You're the one who gave me the key~
Ash hid his face in his elbow, groaning quietly.
He had work to finish.
He had forms to sign.
But now?
All he could think about…
Was her smirking face.
His phone buzzed again.
Celeste:
You're thinking about it now, aren't you?
Your hand… under my waistband…
The way I whispered your name?
Poor Ash. Can't even escape me at work.
He covered his mouth with the back of his hand, half-laughing, half-gasping.
This girl was going to end him.
He took a moment.
Typed.
Ash:
You're evil. And you have no shame.
Celeste:
Correct. But I'm also cute. So I win.
Ash sighed through his nose, biting back a smile.
He tried again to focus.
He failed.
Another buzz.
Celeste:
I can still feel your hands on me, you know.
Even now. The way you trembled.
You were so warm. So flustered.
But you didn't stop me.
You liked it.
Ash shut his laptop halfway and leaned back in his chair, absolutely red in the face.
He typed slowly this time.
Ash:
You're distracting me in the worst way.
Celeste:
No such thing as a bad distraction when it's me 😌
She sent a follow-up right after.
Celeste:
I'm thinking of sneaking into your office next.
Hide under your desk and surprise you. 😇
Ash choked.
He ran a hand through his hair, glancing toward the hallway like someone might magically appear and read his thoughts.
He replied.
Ash:
Celeste. Please.
I have a meeting in 10 minutes.
If you keep this up, I won't survive it.
Celeste:
Survive? Babe, I'm trying to make you live.
Fully. Deeply. Emotionally scarred… but in a good way.
Ash laughed under his breath, helpless.
His reply came after a moment:
Ash:
You're going to give me a heart attack.
Celeste:
And you're going to love every second of it.
He paused… then replied:
Ash:
I already do.
The screen stayed still for a moment.
Then—
Celeste:
Careful, Ash.
Say something like that again and I'll really sneak in later.
Ash stared at the text.
Swallowed.
And didn't reply.
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