"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.
Lihat lebih banyakAfter 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 set her last cup down with a satisfying thud, and Jackson followed suit. A small crowd had gathered around the big dining room table, which was large enough to fit ten people comfortably. The energy in the room was high, and everyone seemed to be buzzing with excitement for the impending challenge."Okay, you understand the rules, right?" Jackson asked, raising an eyebrow as he adjusted his stance."Yes, we had this conversation five minutes ago," Azalea replied, her voice dripping with playful annoyance.Jackson smirked, leaning back slightly. "Okay, no need to shame me in front of the boys, babe," he teased, winking and motioning his head to the group of guys watching them. A few of them let out a collective "ooo," causing Azalea to shake her head with a reluctant smile."Just prepare to get a tattoo after this," she shot back, not missing a beat.Jackson grinned. "Only if it's of your name. Then, sure."With a shrug, he opened his bag of almonds—something they'd both agreed
Azalea glanced at her reflection in the mirror, eyeing the outfit she'd picked out. The green dress she had originally considered was absolutely ridiculous, so she tossed it aside in favor of something bolder—a red one that at least made her feel like she was in control. She wasn't thrilled about tagging along to Jett's dumb frat party, but she figured it was better to play nice, especially since Jackson had her schedule. She needed that schedule—desperately—since classes started tomorrow and she was already behind on a few things.And if that wasn't enough, after the whole pool fiasco, Azalea had to track Jackson down again to ask which books she needed for her classes. It was like having a damn parrot on her shoulder for the rest of the day, him repeating the same thing over and over just to get under her skin."Oh, come on, Azie," he had said, that smirk still plastered on his face. "This is just me having fun."She'd rolled her eyes. "No, actually, this is you trying to annoy me,
As the pissed-off redhead stormed back to the dorm, she couldn't stop thinking about all the ways she'd get back at Jackson. So, what was she pissed about? Well, not only did he drag her out of a perfectly good nap, but he also made her wait in a ridiculous line for two hours to pick up a schedule that he knew he had taken.Yeah, she could buy a new one for a buck, but she had sworn off spending any more money here beyond what her tuition covered. She was already broke enough as it was.Azalea burst into the room again, and Jackson, still sitting there staring at his phone with a frown, looked up at her. Yeah, he hadn't moved an inch. He needed to see her reaction when she realized he was about to make her last year a total nightmare."Where's my schedule?" Azalea demanded, her arms crossed over her chest as she glared at Jackson."Uh, the office?" he replied casually, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He gave a soft chuckle, then snapped a photo of her, no doubt to a
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
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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