The Winter Formal, Part 4

I found my friend – who I will refer to here as Blue (gorgeous blue eyes) – hanging out with some people I know. “Quick,” I said, “if somebody comes by here, can you start crying?" 

He cocked a brow, "yeah?”

“I got licked by a creeper and told him I had to go comfort my friend.”

“Shit, Ivy,” he chuckled and patted the seat next to him. I sat down and shook my head, “well, in any case, you look nice." He did, too. 

I’m not sure how we got there, but somewhere amidst the joking, Blue grabbed my arms and pinned them behind my back, holding them there with one of his. He had a pretty firm grasp and his free hand casually stayed on his beer. Blue knows I’m kinky and, even though he’s not particularly inclined to it, he’s terribly intrigued and amused by it. 

"Oh, come on, let go,” I chuckled and went to pull my arms back.

He tightened his grip, “nah.”

I squirmed as best as I could, but I couldn’t wrench my arms away. Blue shrugged and sat back, taking a sip of his beer. “Just let me finish my beer and I’ll let you go.” He took his sweet time. I have to admit, I was enjoying that condescending quality to his voice.

After his beer was done, he released my arms and said a joking, “was it good for you?” I playfully smacked him and shook my head.

But, yeah, okay, it was pretty good.

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Claudia Schiffer and Joseph Gordon-Levitt photographed by Ellen von Unwerth for GQ Italy.