touching my body, and making me feel loved… forever .
“What are you doing after class?” Ryan asks, leaning forward in his chair.
“Studying.”
“You want to study together?”
I think fast. “Um, I already promised Sarah I would go to the library with her.” I lean back in my chair, hating that I just lied. Ryan has been really nice to me over the last two months, respecting my boundaries.
Sarah walks up, dropping her backpack on the floor next to me. “Did I miss anything?” she asks, whispering.
“No. He hasn’t started yet,” I answer, referring to the professor up front.
Ryan doesn’t waste the opportunity and asks, “Hey Sarah, you mind if I tag along to study with you and Mallory at the library?”
She looks at me, eyebrows up. I will her to tell him not to come with my eyes, not wanting to get busted for lying.
“Ummm, sure. I guess. What time did you want to go again, Mallory?”
After a heavy sigh and a roll of my eyes, I say, “I was thinking after dinner. Let’s meet at nine on the fifth floor.”
Ryan whispers, “Cool. I have some great quotes I found that we can use for the project.” He sits back.
Guess I need to work on that group project anyway. It’s better to just get it over with.
Later that night, I’m flipping through the pages of “A Study of Classics for Undergrads” when from behind I hear, “That book’s a cheat. You’re smarter than a book that’s basically an expanded version of Cliff Notes.”
“Maybe I’m not. You shouldn’t give me so much credit,” I state, turning around.
Ryan leans against the bookshelf in front of me, and says, “I think you deserve more credit than you give yourself.”
My eyes flick up to meet his smiling ones. Tucking the book neatly back onto the shelf, I walk past him and leave. He follows me back to the table where Will is sitting next to Sarah. She shrugs, and I roll my eyes again, something I tend to do a lot around these guys lately.
After divvying up the remaining research, we head out to find the books we need. Dragging my finger along the spines in a deserted corner section of the library, I appreciate the feel of the old cloth books mixed with the modern slicker spines.
When my phone buzzes, I pull it from my pocket, and answer. “Evan!” My heart begins to race, my excitement showing through my quickened breath. Even his voice makes me feel more alive.
“Hi, is this a bad time?”
I duck into a corner at the end of a row where a light bulb has burned out. “No, it’s perfect timing. I’m at the library doing research. What are you doing?”
“I’m in bed thinking about you.”
“That sounds ten times more interesting than what I’m doing.”
“I miss you and your body,” he says, his voice sounding even sexier than usual, which I didn’t know was possible.
I lower mine in response, suddenly feeling more intimate, like we’re the only two around. “I miss you and your body too, babe. I’ve become too familiar with myself lately. I’m ready for the real deal again.”
“I love when you talk about sex.” A low, breathy moan is released long and slow, for my ears alone.
Knowing what he wants, I close my eyes and encourage him. “Evan, I want you to remind me how you feel,” I say, forgetting that I’m in the school library.
“I need you.” A sigh of relief fills the air between us as his breath staggers from motion on his side. “But I want you to talk to me too. I need to hear you.”
Leaning my shoulder against the wall, I rest my forehead against Mémoire’s de Saturnin , which feels very apropos in the moment. Closing my eyes again, I block out the rest of the world and enjoy the sounds of him.
“I need to hear you, baby, please,” he pleads this time.
My mind drifts back to a few days ago. “I was lonely on Wednesday and called you. I knew you must’ve been in a meeting, so I had to take care of things on my own. You know I’d much rather have
“What are you doing after class?” Ryan asks, leaning forward in his chair.
“Studying.”
“You want to study together?”
I think fast. “Um, I already promised Sarah I would go to the library with her.” I lean back in my chair, hating that I just lied. Ryan has been really nice to me over the last two months, respecting my boundaries.
Sarah walks up, dropping her backpack on the floor next to me. “Did I miss anything?” she asks, whispering.
“No. He hasn’t started yet,” I answer, referring to the professor up front.
Ryan doesn’t waste the opportunity and asks, “Hey Sarah, you mind if I tag along to study with you and Mallory at the library?”
She looks at me, eyebrows up. I will her to tell him not to come with my eyes, not wanting to get busted for lying.
“Ummm, sure. I guess. What time did you want to go again, Mallory?”
After a heavy sigh and a roll of my eyes, I say, “I was thinking after dinner. Let’s meet at nine on the fifth floor.”
Ryan whispers, “Cool. I have some great quotes I found that we can use for the project.” He sits back.
Guess I need to work on that group project anyway. It’s better to just get it over with.
Later that night, I’m flipping through the pages of “A Study of Classics for Undergrads” when from behind I hear, “That book’s a cheat. You’re smarter than a book that’s basically an expanded version of Cliff Notes.”
“Maybe I’m not. You shouldn’t give me so much credit,” I state, turning around.
Ryan leans against the bookshelf in front of me, and says, “I think you deserve more credit than you give yourself.”
My eyes flick up to meet his smiling ones. Tucking the book neatly back onto the shelf, I walk past him and leave. He follows me back to the table where Will is sitting next to Sarah. She shrugs, and I roll my eyes again, something I tend to do a lot around these guys lately.
After divvying up the remaining research, we head out to find the books we need. Dragging my finger along the spines in a deserted corner section of the library, I appreciate the feel of the old cloth books mixed with the modern slicker spines.
When my phone buzzes, I pull it from my pocket, and answer. “Evan!” My heart begins to race, my excitement showing through my quickened breath. Even his voice makes me feel more alive.
“Hi, is this a bad time?”
I duck into a corner at the end of a row where a light bulb has burned out. “No, it’s perfect timing. I’m at the library doing research. What are you doing?”
“I’m in bed thinking about you.”
“That sounds ten times more interesting than what I’m doing.”
“I miss you and your body,” he says, his voice sounding even sexier than usual, which I didn’t know was possible.
I lower mine in response, suddenly feeling more intimate, like we’re the only two around. “I miss you and your body too, babe. I’ve become too familiar with myself lately. I’m ready for the real deal again.”
“I love when you talk about sex.” A low, breathy moan is released long and slow, for my ears alone.
Knowing what he wants, I close my eyes and encourage him. “Evan, I want you to remind me how you feel,” I say, forgetting that I’m in the school library.
“I need you.” A sigh of relief fills the air between us as his breath staggers from motion on his side. “But I want you to talk to me too. I need to hear you.”
Leaning my shoulder against the wall, I rest my forehead against Mémoire’s de Saturnin , which feels very apropos in the moment. Closing my eyes again, I block out the rest of the world and enjoy the sounds of him.
“I need to hear you, baby, please,” he pleads this time.
My mind drifts back to a few days ago. “I was lonely on Wednesday and called you. I knew you must’ve been in a meeting, so I had to take care of things on my own. You know I’d much rather have
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