- HAZEL - Kate is packing. I'm supposed to be having lectures but I skipped it to give her a hand. I don't know when she'll be back but I do know she'll be back for exams and tests. Till then, her stay back home may be indefinite. I really hope everything goes well for her and her family. I'm real
I stick my key in the hole and twist it to the side. My door came open with the first turn, before the first unlocking. Normally, I'd hear a loud 'click' but I didn't. Oh. I could've sworn that I locked before I left, yet it's open. Maybe I didn't. Maybe being sad is messing with my mind and mak
But my goodness, twelve messages? He barely ever texts me once daily till now. This gives me some sort of euphoria. I reread his texts. Every text has an hour or a few minutes interval before the other. My cheeks burns. I can't stop rereading. This is so freaking cute!! I fall back on my pillow,
- HAZEL - That lady is pretty. I sink lower in my seat. I still can't seem to get her out of my head and we've been driving for a while. He has. "You okay?" Killian's voice slid in my ears, soothing every cell in my body. I should scold him about picking me up like that again. Just because K
"What are you doing?" I ask the moment my zip falls down. "Consider this an apology." "For wh-" My head falls forward and I clench my fists as Killian slips his hand inside my underwear. "Fuck!" I mutter breathlessly. My teeth sink into my lower lip and my eyes roll backwards. Killian is finge
- KILLIAN - She was silent throughout the drive. Apart from her outburst about me meeting her in her dorm along with the ground rules when she got in, Hazel said nothing. I am not one for small talk so I didn't know what to bring up to kill the silence. I just snuck stares her way every second to
I cross my arms over my chest. The faint sound of running water fills my ears. Killian is in the shower. I scoff. Fuck this! My body craves something and it's going to get it. I stand and take his shirt off me. It drops on the floor. Now I'm completely naked in his room. I make my way to the bat
"Want me like I want you." He holds my wrist, stopping me from fondling his dick. I look up to face him, staring deep in his eyes. Confusion replaces the assured look I had on my face. "You don't want me to touch you." I murmur, feeling disdained. "That's not true." He says firmly. I move my h