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

k him." I nearly

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

st few students filter out, wonderi

shut and silen

t's slow and deliberate, when he finally

, the moment the line we've been dancing

ross the space between us, I

ence unshaken, like he already k

I don't want to be predictable. I don't wa

old, upon seeing that his lips tw

rustle of fabric, and the faint scent of cologne as he stri