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't sle

e something alive. "Tomorrow. After y

cross the walkway the day before. Sharp, dark and certain like s

a low, constant way. I moved through my routine which i

in. Chloe was still buried under her blanket. Neither of them

and pages I turned without absorbing into my b

irl from my literature seminar gave me a small, almost respectful nod

ted just a

class. My roommate's gone f

hovering. The old library steps were still wait

hing that made sense in the middle of everything that

. I re

dragged on like forever as I kept glancing at the cl

shoulder, the late sun warm on the back of my neck. Students moved

y of laundry detergent and someone's leftover takeout. I knocked once. He o

nt, familiar scent of his

r shut behind me h

day before. This was different. His hands slid under my shirt in one smooth motion,

could stop it. He swallowed it like

y," he murmured against my lips, voic

hit the edge of the mattress. I went down and he followed, bracing his wei

his mouth did. Open, wet, dragging slowly down the center o

d weight of him, the way he smelled, the way his breath h

nd closed his mouth over one breast. Heat

cious thought. He groaned low in his throat and rolled against me, the hard press of him clear

rougher now. "Tell

words came

of his back. He hissed and kissed me deeper, tongue sliding against min

ace of my underwear, then under it. I was already wet. He fel

You'r

nd deliberate, then again, firmer, finding the exact pressure

e solid weight of his body over mine, the way he knew exactly how to touch me a

fting to meet him. It felt good. Really good. Full and

open with steady, knowing strokes. Every movement sent another slo

me the day before like a claim. There was only the press of his fingers, the hea

r, and I lifted my hips so he could take my jeans and underwear

ghten around his head. He ate life out of me as a sof

and kept going. Steady. Focused. Exactly the pace and pressure I needed. One of his hands held m

sharp and clean and completely mine. It rolled through me in waves, lo

and deep, tasting of me, and rested his forehe

you," he

s mouth, still a li

ting warm and steady on my hip. Outside the window the light was alre

ld library steps were still w

utes in his bed I didn'

ill humming under my skin. When he eventually shifted to the side and pulled me closer, I went willin

asked after a w

nt it. "That

laugh against my

side lightly

er that about classes, the football team's early practices. How

in the best way. For a little whil

hes. He watched me dress with a lazy, satisfied exp

later?"

wil

pulled me back down for one more kiss and it was

I l

d across campus with my bag over my shoulder again, the late

miniscing about what just happened. It f