I wasn’t into guys. Never had been. I liked curves, soft lips, girls who begged and arched and said please with their mouths wide open. But Kai?
He was sharp edges and quiet fury.
And for reasons I couldn’t explain, all I could think about was how he’d look stripped of that stupid uniform. Of everything, really.
I just needed to know if my instinct was right or not.
That was the lie I told myself. I was obsessed with the truth, nothing else. I swear I felt softness where there shouldn’t have been that morning with him underneath me.
And I needed to know if I was going insane or not.
Maybe I was though. ‘Cause I could only think about Kai.
He settled in the back, at a corner table half-hidden by a row of dusty encyclopedias. Like he was trying to vanish. Like he didn’t want to be seen.
Too bad.
I saw everything.
I waited a minute. Maybe two. Then I got up. Left my spot and followed, slow and silent like a fuc.king predator.
Sat a few tables away. Close enough to hear if he muttered. Far enough not to spook him- yet.
He didn’t even glance up. Just opened his tablet, stared at the screen. Didn’t type. Didn’t scroll. Just… stared.
Thinking. Plotting. Hiding something.
I leaned back in my chair, one leg stretched out, the other bent, casual as hell. Or at least I
pretended to be. Truth was, my jaw was tight and my skin was buzzing like I’d just downed a triple espresso.
What was it about him?
Why couldn’t I look away?
His profile was sharp-cheekbones cut like glass, nose a little too straight, full lips parted in the kind of frown that made me wonder what he’d look like when he gasped.
And those eyes. Golden. Taunting me. Always.
Sh.it.
I ran a hand through my hair. Tried to look away. Didn’t work.
Wasn’t just the way he looked.
It was the way he held himself-coiled, ready to strike. But under that, I could smell something else. Something not quite right.
Dalton hadn’t noticed. Idiot didn’t notice much unless it came with a punchline and a beer.
But I’d smelled it the second Kai stepped into our dorm for the first time. He’d masked it well, under layers of deodorant and suppressants and whatever else, but I caught a trace.
Something else.
Something… sweet.
Something tempting.
I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the table. Just watching. The way his fingers tapped against the tablet, restless. The way his eyes flicked toward the exits, like he was planning
how to escape.
That was the moment I knew.
He was hiding.
And I fucking loved it.
I wanted to peel him open like a book. See what was underneath. Hear him beg when I finally cornered him.
I didn’t even care if it made me crazy. Or if he turned out to be a freak. Or if he tried to bite.
He.ll, maybe I wanted him to bite.
I shifted in my seat.
There was this ache-low, stubborn, pulsing right beneath my skin-that hadn’t been there before he walked in. And it wasn’t going away. If anything, it was getting worse the longer I
stared at him.
I wanted to know how warm his skin was under all those layers. I wanted to wrap my hand around his throat, not to hurt him-Goddess, no-but to feel the pulse there. To feel the way he’d tense under me. Fight me. Squirm.
Would he moan or curse?
Would he hate me for it-or hate how much he liked it?
My tongue pressed to the inside of my cheek as I watched him shift. His leg brushed against the table leg. Subtle. Nervous. He could feel my stare. I knew he could. He always did.
Good.
I wanted him on edge.
He played this game like he was cold and detached, like nothing got to him, but I could read people better than most-and he was no exception. That temper of his? That silence? They were just armor. And I wanted to rip it off. Strip him bare-mentally, physically. I wanted the raw thing underneath.
The one who’d look at me like he hated me and still part his lips if I told him to.
Fu.ck.
I adjusted my pants, not subtle at all this time. Let him notice if he was looking. Let him feel
the weight of it.
The want.
Not even a full hour ago I’d been telling myself to ignore him. To forget that strange flutter I felt in my chest when he passed by. To shove down the heat in my gut every time he got too close.
But here I was, hard and twitchy in the middle of the goddamn library like a pervert.
Because of him.
My newest obsession. My perfect contradiction.
And worst of all? I didn’t even know what I’d do if I got him alone again. The thought scared me a little. Not because I thought I’d hurt him. But because I wasn’t sure I’d stop at just looking.
I wanted to taste him.
Bite that pale neck and leave a mark so fucking deep no one would dare touch him.
He belonged to no one yet. But I wanted to change that.
He shifted again, like he was going to get up, and I stiffened-nearly growled.
No. Not yet.
Not done watching.
Not done burning.
He glanced over his shoulder. Just a flick of his golden eyes.
Our gazes locked.
My whole body tensed, like I’d been sucker punched.
Kai’s lips parted, and for a second, I thought he’d say something. But he didn’t. Just tilted his head a little, like he knew.
Like he fuc.king knew exactly what kind of thoughts were running through my head.
And didn’t look away.
Didn’t flinch.
Didn’t run.
That small smirk-barely there, more shadow than expression-spread across his mouth like a goddamn sin.
Oh, you little sh.it.
I felt my blood rush downward. Fast. Dangerous,
Every nerve in my body told me to move. To close the space. To press him into that table and test just how sharp his tongue could get when he was panting.
But I didn’t.
Not yet.
I just smiled. Slowly. Darkly.
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