w, my fingers curli
but he hasn't to
this, whatever this is, feels de
space will
r, I should move, I really should, y
oth surface of my desk, pretending I don't
my cheek doesn't send a slo
s he figured me out, my stomach knot
Monroe." His voice is soft
hat you're talking about," I say and pause as nei
h clenches as my
ing at me, his head tilted,
ing if I'll finally admit th
already wet for him. At that
y something
ightens and smooths his shirt like he wasn't just stand
ce cool, and impassive like nothing just happene
s away, grabbing a stack of papers fr
et up, he speaks again-
ime, do
my thighs press together, already eager. And
g out of his office, or remember heading d
e now, the cool air hitting m
lready planning a next time, as
f, for wanting it and for being th
to Ce
of my haze, only to se
near the fountain, legs crossed, a cu
onto the bench be
u look like someone just g
" I looked around trying
, you walked out of that bui
to my face.
fee, unimpressed. "
xpression ne
. "Celeste, please
d pick up on it. We've been friends for
fee, stealing a sip
thi
thi
en, suddenly, her eye
mid-sip
nt to f
dropped
hit, you do! Oh, this
face burning. "L
his is the most interesting thing t
g is ha
et." I groan, sinking
s my leg.
wh
arply, staring at the sky as the answ
t back to my dorm, I've con
out him and I will
y forty-eight hours because when I walk into his c
edge me when I take my seat, even when I open my lap
s he speaks, low and smooth, his voice wrapping
nds attention, and he
focus on the lecture-on anyt
et my gaze flicker up, h
, I can tell by the
he edge of the desk like he's i
n my stomach, and my
oing anything inappropriate, he's just talking
, and I hate that he has this
d is torture. When the bell fin
the moment I sling my bag over
ay." My sto
urn, watching intently with curios
, Olivia gives me a knowing look a
ast few students filter out, wonde
shut and silen
t's slow and deliberate, when he finally
t, the moment the line we've been dancin