Mike

Melissa turned around in surprise, a boy grinned and it was Mike. Mike is in the same class as her and that was also the person she secretly liked for a long time, but she doesn't know if he likes her.

" Why are you here ?", she asked.

"I had seen you were out, for too long, and didn't go to class, so I decided to go look for you.", Mike said.

"Uhh....I went to find ... my missing textbook and then got ready for class.", she stammered.

" Missing textbook .... in this kind of outfit, nice rockets ?, he chuckled.

He reached out, his fingers brushing against the delicate skin of her nipples. The unexpected warmth sent a shiver dancing down her spine. The breath caught in her throat, leaving her suspended in a moment of exquisite awareness.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?", she snapped.

From the moment she met Mike, she forgot about her current situation for a while. It wasn't until he touched her that she woke up. A startled gasp escaped her lips as her hands shot up to cover her exposed skin, her hands instinctively flew up to shield her modesty.

"Going out in such a grand outfit, huh? I've seen it all. What exactly are you trying to pull off?", Mike asked.

" Just an incident..", she protested.

"Is there a special occasion, or are you just making a statement?", he provoked.

"What a statement? Not so."

"You crave a unique form of self-expression, one that involves discarding clothing entirely.",

"Are you accusing me ? What's your next step then? Tell the supervisor?". Melissa voice, a knife slicing through silk, cut through the conversation.