"Does the thought of us being caught turn you on?" She moaned the moment she felt the vibrator pick up in speed. She tried closing her legs but he ony forced them open again. "Answer me." He whispers against her ear. "Yes." ༄ Azalea Moore is in her final year of college, facing increasing pressure as a Criminology major. When her friend Jackson invites her to join him for a summer getaway, she eagerly agrees. What Azalea doesn't realize is that Jackson is the son of her English professor, Maddox Thompson, and he'll be part of the trip too. As the summer unfolds, things may become far more intense than Azalea ever expected.
View MoreThe door opened and as soon as it did Jackson kissed her. It took the girl completely by surprise but she quickly simmered into his kiss as she got further into the room.Her fingers trailed to his hair, tugging and pulling gently. He moans, loving that feeling on his scalp.Jackson picked her up and eased her onto his bed. She yelped and he quickly broke the kiss, shushing her. Jackson gaze went to the other side of the room, wanting to make sure Azalea was still asleep.Megan turned his face back to hers and she kissed him. "I promise to keep it down." She whispers with a grin. Honestly he's got no idea why he's doing this, but seeing her laughing with Tony earlier in class made him...jealous.He could only wonder if she did it to get to him, or maybe she did it to send him a message. Whatever it was though, he didn't like it.Jackson took his shirt off and she followed suit, tossing her shirt to the floor. Next was his pants and then his underwear. Megan got makes under him, the re
Azie couldn't help but notice Jackson's empty gaze when he walked into Chemistry earlier. There was something off about him, something distant, and she couldn't figure out what it was. The whole class, he just sat there, staring blankly ahead while Mr. Magwell went on with the lecture.She knew he didn't need to take notes—Jackson always coasted by, doing the bare minimum and still managing to ace everything. But that didn't stop her from worrying. The way he looked today made her wonder what was really going on in his head.Sighing, Azalea turned the page of her textbook and decided it was best to get away from him. The library seemed like the only safe place where she could focus. Being around Jackson right now would just add more tension to the already thick air between them.She buried herself in her notes, trying to get through the material for the test tomorrow. The pressure was on, and with every chapter she studied, her anxiety grew. She joked to herself that if she failed, sh
When Azalea woke up the next morning, the quiet felt strange—almost unsettling. There was no yelling, no sudden hits to the face with a pillow, no annoying alarms blaring in her ear. And, maybe the most obvious thing missing... no Jackson. It felt weird not having him around, and her mind couldn't help but wander back to the painfully quiet ride to the dorm.That drive had been so awkward it almost didn't feel real. Neither of them had said a single word the entire time. No jokes, no teasing—just silence. When they finally got back, it didn't get any better. Azalea had been the first to jump out of the car, desperate to escape the suffocating tension. Jackson, on the other hand, stayed behind for a few minutes before coming in. He hadn't followed her or tried to talk about what happened, and honestly, she didn't know if she was relieved or disappointed. Either way, they both seemed to agree to just leave it there.Now, here she was, sitting in class, her head swirling with thoughts ab
Azalea and Jackson hit up every two-player game they could find, diving into the challenge for bragging rights—and of course, free ice cream.They played everything: air hockey, Dance Dance Revolution, Street Fighter, basketball hoops, laser tag, whack-a-mole. They went all out, their competitive energy building with each game. It was fun, though, and they didn't hold back. Finally, they ended their epic duel with a game of bowling, which Azalea won by a narrow margin."Suck it, bitch!" she cheered, raising her arms in victory. Jackson just rolled his eyes but couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. As competitive as she was, he had to admit—it was a blast watching her go all in, even if it did sound creepy to him.Afterward, they grabbed a pizza, and Jackson paid, of course. They settled into a booth, the noise of kids running around and the clatter of arcade machines filling the background. It felt like the perfect ending to an unexpectedly great day."This was great," J
Today was the day of the date. Azalea wasn't sure if she was excited about it anymore, but she definitely wanted to know more about Jackson. After all, that's all he really was to her—just a friend. Yes, a guy she had grown to tolerate over time. A guy she liked simply as a friend, nothing more, nothing less.She stood in front of the mirror, her hair pulled into a messy bun, and checked herself over one last time. She wasn't trying too hard, but she still wanted to look presentable. Jackson, lounging on the bean bag across the room, gave her a quick glance, his eyes flicking over her casually, like he didn't care, but Azalea could feel the weight of his gaze nonetheless.She was dressed casually: a simple white V-neck, well-fitted blue jeans, and a pair of tennis shoes. She added a delicate necklace, but nothing too flashy. It was a laid-back look, but it felt right for today.Azalea caught Jackson's gaze in the mirror and turned to face him, feeling a playful smirk tug at her lips.
After Azalea found herself stuck on the same paragraph her professor had assigned for what felt like forever, she finally gave up and decided a bathroom break was in order. Maybe stepping away would clear her head a little.When she got there, she was relieved to find it empty. Setting her bag down on the floor, she turned the tap on and leaned forward, letting the cool water wash over her hands before splashing it onto her face.She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, feeling the water dripping down her skin. With her hands resting on the counter, Azalea stared at her reflection in the mirror. The sound of the running water filled the room as she stood there, her thoughts spinning.Her brows knit into a frown as her mind drifted, once again, to Jackson. She couldn't make sense of what was going on between them anymore. And the thing that really got her was, why now? Why was everything starting to feel so complicated all of a sudden?Azalea's attention snapped to the bathroom door
After classes, Jackson and Azalea decided to head to their usual spot under the tree to knock out their assignments. It was their go-to place because, recently, they both found their rooms a bit... suffocating. Being outside, in the fresh air, felt like a relief.But today, even the quiet under the tree felt loud—maybe even louder than it ever had before. They had been sitting in silence for the past twenty minutes, neither one of them speaking a word.Jackson had thought getting her a coffee would ease the tension, maybe help break the silence, but instead, it seemed to make it worse. She'd only taken one sip when he handed it to her, and since then, the cup had just sat there, forgotten between them.Jackson shaded in his triangle for his mathematic question and finally took a glance at her. When he did she quickly looked away, grabbing her cup of coffee and took a long sip from it.Jackson couldn't believe it. Had she been staring that entire time? The young boy couldn't shake the
Jackson slammed his car door and stormed toward the building, fuming. He couldn't believe his dad would pull something like this just to mess with him.All he wanted was to be left alone, to live life on his terms."Stupid fucking bullshit," he muttered, stopping by the door. There was a guy in a navy blue uniform standing there. Campus control, probably."Can I help you, sir?" the guy asked.Jackson let out a deep breath and pulled out his wallet. The security guard's hand hovered over his gun, his eyes locked on Jackson.Jackson searched for his campus ID and flashed it to the man in front of him. The security leant forward and un-holsterd his flashlight. Jackson pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration."Head up."Jackson did as he was told, showing his face fully to the man in front of him. After a other double check the security motioned for him to pass.Putting his wallet back, Jackson muttered a sarcastic, "Thanks," before disappearing inside. As soon as he stepped in, his
Azie was jolted awake by the loud blare of her alarm. She pitched herself out of sleep, nearly toppling out of bed. Groggily, she reached over, fumbling for her phone, and quickly swiped it to silence the alarm.After last night, and the crazy mix of the party and the late-night trek back to the dorm, she was definitely feeling the effects of it all. That familiar buzz of tipsiness still lingered in her system, making her head feel a bit foggy. She hadn't expected to crash as soon as she did, but as soon as her head hit the pillow, sleep took over.It was only now, in the quiet of the morning, that she realized the phone still clutched in her hand. She brushed a strand of her red-orange hair out of her face, trying to shake off the grogginess, and finally took a good look at the screen.She noticed a notification and pressed on it. The phone opened automatically, taking her to the chat.𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙱𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙴𝚗𝚐?
Azalea stirred slightly when she felt the soft tap on her head. "Wake up," a voice murmured, followed by a quiet chuckle that hung in the air for a moment.Reluctantly, she pulled the sheet higher, cocooning herself away from the harsh light streaming through the window, and from the weight of the day ahead."Leave me alone, Jackson," she muttered under her breath, her voice barely audible.A beat of silence passed before the sheets were suddenly yanked off, and Azalea let out a long, weary sigh."Come on, you can't hide forever," Jackson's voice was warm, almost teasing. "We need to grab our schedules. You've forgotten about school, haven't you, my dear friend?"Azalea's eyes narrowed at him from beneath the tangle of her hair, her expression sharp, but Jackson only responded with a grin, his dimple making a quiet, unmistakable appearance.A quiet sigh escaped him as he flopped into the blue beanbag on his side of the room. "By the way," he added, almost lazily, "Jett Fogger's throwi...
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