All Chapters of Tempting you: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CameroonEvans and I stood in front of the library door, staring at the enormous “CLOSED FOR MAINTENANCE” sign like it had personally betrayed us.“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. “Who shuts a library on a weekday? This is peak nerd traffic.”Evans leaned against the doorframe, looking far too amused for someone whose grade depended on this project. “Guess the universe wants us to bond in more intimate settings.”I glared at him. “Don’t make it weird.”“Too late,” he said with a smirk.With no other options, I sighed. “Fine. You can come to my dorm. Dexter’s out with Trixie, so we’ll have the place to ourselves.”“I hope your room is clean,” Evans muttered under his breath.I ignored him and led the way to my dorm. I swung open the door, expecting the usual mess Dexter called “organized chaos.” What I did not expect was to walk in on that.Dexter was sprawled on the bed, naked. Trixie, equally naked, was straddling him in what could only be de

EvansI leaned back on the bed in my room. I’d fallen on him. Like, fallen on him. Not figuratively, but very, very literally.What was wrong with me?This wasn’t the first time Cameroon had gotten under my skin, but this was different. This wasn’t just a witty comeback or an eye-roll that made me want to both strangle and kiss him at the same time. I shook my head, trying to clear it. It was just adrenaline, right? A harmless reaction to the heat of the moment, the chaos of our little pillow fight.But even as I told myself that, I knew it wasn’t true.Cameroon wasn’t like anyone I’d ever met. And maybe that’s why I couldn’t stop myself from acting like an idiot around him.I glanced over at Rusty, still pacing, still ranting. I hadn't heard a word of what he had ranted.“Are you even listening to me?” he snapped, stopping mid-pace to glare at me.“Nope,” I said, grinning up at him.His eyes narrowed, and for a second, I thought he might throw another pillow at me.“Unbelievable,” he

Cameroon -“Well,” I said, forcing a smile. “Guess I’ll have to stay on your good side then.”“That would be wise,” he replied, his tone neutral but the hint of a smirk tugging at the edges of his lips.There was something about his composure that made me feel both secure and completely on edge. Like he was peeling back layers I wasn’t even sure I had. I leaned back into the couch, crossing my arms in an attempt to regain some semblance of control.“So, what’s next?” I asked, keeping my tone light.Evans tilted his head, studying me again, as though trying to decide if I was bluffing. “Next, we establish what we’re here for. What you want and what I expect.”“Didn’t we just do that?” I quipped, motioning toward the crumpled questionnaire still sitting on the table.Then he laughed, a low, rich sound that sent heat curling in my stomach. “You’re more reckless than I thought.”“Reckless gets results,” I countered, holding his gaze.Evans stepped closer, the space between us shrinking to

Cameroon -I stepped out of Evan’s room, the door clicking softly shut behind me. The dim light of the hallway felt colder, harsher, like it was reminding me I didn’t belong here. My feet moved almost automatically, carrying me away even as my mind replayed everything that had just happened—or, more accurately, everything that hadn’t.As I reached the stairwell, my phone buzzed in my pocket. For a split second, I thought it might be him, some acknowledgment of what had just happened. But it wasn’t. Just a notification from a group chat I hadn’t muted yet.Shoving the phone back into my pocket, I kept moving.By the time I made it back to my dorm. My roommate was out, the room empty except for the faint smell of stale coffee and laundry detergent.I dropped onto my bed, staring up at the ceiling, the events of the evening looping in my head.The way Evan’s hands had moved, like they knew exactly where to touch, where to press to make me fall apart. The way he’d avoided my gaze after, li

EvansCameroon had left quietly, but I wasn’t asleep. I’d kept my breathing steady, my eyes closed, waiting for the sound of the door clicking shut behind him. Part of me wanted to say something, to stop him from leaving, but the words didn’t come. What could I have said?When the silence returned, I opened my eyes and stared at the empty room. The sheets were still warm on his side of the bed, his scent lingering in the air—a mix of soap and something uniquely him. It had been the best night of my life. No question.I ran a hand through my hair, groaning softly. The memory of his smile, his touch, the way he’d looked at me... it was all-consuming. And yet, there was a voice in the back of my head whispering questions I didn’t have answers to. Did it mean something to him, or was I just reading too much into it?And why the hell did I care so much?By the time I met up with my friends at the pub that evening, I was still no closer to figuring it out. I’d hoped a few beers and some min