"Mateo, I swear to God himself, if you touch my ass one more time, I'll sue you for sexual harassment," I groan, my face heating up like a ripe strawberry. He's done it three times already on the walk to class, and every single time my blush gets worse.
"It's not sexual harassment if you like it," Mateo shoots back with a cocky grin, sliding his arm around my shoulders like he owns me. Ever since the incident where he broke that kid's nose, people have been strangely silent about us. No more whispers, no more side-eyes. Gerard even had the guts to mumble an awkward "congratulations" at lunch today.
"I feel like that's a little offensive, sir," I huff, crossing my arms over my chest.
Mateo's smirk deepens. "I wouldn't mind if you called me 'sir' while you're bent over my lap, as I paint your ass the same shade of red as your cheeks." To prove his point, he delivers another sharp slap to my backside.
