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Authors: Malorie Verdant
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crook of the lecture theatre, almost camouflaged by the students surrounding her. But she’s watching me. Her gorgeous honey eyes make her stand out from the crowd. I can tell she’s been waiting for me.
Fuck if that isn’t a turn-on.
Her eyes don’t leave mine as I stalk toward her. The professor seems to have everyone else’s attention captured by jumping around and waving his arms. But her pools of gold stay locked on me. I notice there is an empty seat beside her. Which makes me smile wide, aiming that shit directly at her.
PARKER
He is walking toward me. He’s completely focused on getting to me and not noticing that all the girls in the hall are following his movements. And he is smiling at me . I have no idea what I’m going to do or say when he reaches me. He’s probably going to expect me to be able to form words, what with me being a college student and all. I’m definitely not letting those words be, Hi, I’m Parker. I’ve been secretly watching you for the last thirteen years. Oh, and I tried to approach you on what looked like the worst day of your childhood. Remember me?
Shit, what happens if I accidently say those words?
Now that I’ve thought them, they’re probably going to be the first thing that falls from my mouth. That always happens to me. The minute I tell myself not to do something, I always accidently do it.
Oh, God.
And sure, I managed to speak with him last week, but I had just suffered a brain injury. Okay, I only had a bruise on my head. But it felt like a brain injury. And I thought maybe, just maybe, I had hallucinated the whole thing. I’m sure that’s probably totally common with brain injuries. That is until two minutes ago when he dashed into the hall, gazing at all the students with what looked like disappointment until he locked his eyes on mine.
Christ, he is gorgeous.
I know I should probably think he’s handsome or devilish, which he also is. But as the lights bounce off his thick, dark hair and his crystal-blue eyes lock on me, he is the epitome of male beauty. It’s actually nonsensical. No one should be that good-looking.
“So, we’ve changed locations.”
“Um.”
“You know, I think you’re completely right. This should definitely be our spot from now on.”
“Ah.”
“It’s much more private in the corner. No one will notice when we stop working and start making out.”
Okay, now that has snapped me out of my haze of ‘Grayson Waters is a living fantasy sitting beside me, smelling better than last week and acting like we’ve been chatting since we were five’. But his suggestion that I would make out with him in the hall actually pisses me off .
“I’m not going to be making out with you in class,” I tell him, crossing my arms and directing my attention toward the front of the room. My first full sentence to Grayson Waters today and it comes out completely judgmental and scolding. Great.
It just occurred to me as he leaned over, whispering his suggestion into my ear, that he thought I might be like one of his groupies. One of his many fans who will do whatever he suggests. I am not going to corrupt my sanctuary to be one of his football groupies. The coffee girl might be willing to hand over her goods, and Marissa might be willing to be one of many, but that wasn’t me.
He was my dream for sure.
But his pretty eyes wouldn’t fuck with me or disrespect the one place that makes me feel smart and comfortable.
“Stars, I’m just kidding,” he says, leaning back in his chair, his arm brushing against mine.
I feel this electric current from the point where we touch. Hot. Fast. Consuming. It causes parts of my body to shudder and strongly demand that he start making out with me despite us being in my holy grail.
“Oh.”
Great. Now I’m back to breathless syllables.
I’m looking straight ahead, but I’m not really seeing anything. Instead, I’m focused on the warmth of his body and the reaction my pulse is having to being
Fuck if that isn’t a turn-on.
Her eyes don’t leave mine as I stalk toward her. The professor seems to have everyone else’s attention captured by jumping around and waving his arms. But her pools of gold stay locked on me. I notice there is an empty seat beside her. Which makes me smile wide, aiming that shit directly at her.
PARKER
He is walking toward me. He’s completely focused on getting to me and not noticing that all the girls in the hall are following his movements. And he is smiling at me . I have no idea what I’m going to do or say when he reaches me. He’s probably going to expect me to be able to form words, what with me being a college student and all. I’m definitely not letting those words be, Hi, I’m Parker. I’ve been secretly watching you for the last thirteen years. Oh, and I tried to approach you on what looked like the worst day of your childhood. Remember me?
Shit, what happens if I accidently say those words?
Now that I’ve thought them, they’re probably going to be the first thing that falls from my mouth. That always happens to me. The minute I tell myself not to do something, I always accidently do it.
Oh, God.
And sure, I managed to speak with him last week, but I had just suffered a brain injury. Okay, I only had a bruise on my head. But it felt like a brain injury. And I thought maybe, just maybe, I had hallucinated the whole thing. I’m sure that’s probably totally common with brain injuries. That is until two minutes ago when he dashed into the hall, gazing at all the students with what looked like disappointment until he locked his eyes on mine.
Christ, he is gorgeous.
I know I should probably think he’s handsome or devilish, which he also is. But as the lights bounce off his thick, dark hair and his crystal-blue eyes lock on me, he is the epitome of male beauty. It’s actually nonsensical. No one should be that good-looking.
“So, we’ve changed locations.”
“Um.”
“You know, I think you’re completely right. This should definitely be our spot from now on.”
“Ah.”
“It’s much more private in the corner. No one will notice when we stop working and start making out.”
Okay, now that has snapped me out of my haze of ‘Grayson Waters is a living fantasy sitting beside me, smelling better than last week and acting like we’ve been chatting since we were five’. But his suggestion that I would make out with him in the hall actually pisses me off .
“I’m not going to be making out with you in class,” I tell him, crossing my arms and directing my attention toward the front of the room. My first full sentence to Grayson Waters today and it comes out completely judgmental and scolding. Great.
It just occurred to me as he leaned over, whispering his suggestion into my ear, that he thought I might be like one of his groupies. One of his many fans who will do whatever he suggests. I am not going to corrupt my sanctuary to be one of his football groupies. The coffee girl might be willing to hand over her goods, and Marissa might be willing to be one of many, but that wasn’t me.
He was my dream for sure.
But his pretty eyes wouldn’t fuck with me or disrespect the one place that makes me feel smart and comfortable.
“Stars, I’m just kidding,” he says, leaning back in his chair, his arm brushing against mine.
I feel this electric current from the point where we touch. Hot. Fast. Consuming. It causes parts of my body to shudder and strongly demand that he start making out with me despite us being in my holy grail.
“Oh.”
Great. Now I’m back to breathless syllables.
I’m looking straight ahead, but I’m not really seeing anything. Instead, I’m focused on the warmth of his body and the reaction my pulse is having to being
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