A/N — Had a productive couple of days ;)
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As soon as I hear him, I start to run downstairs. He jumps and lands right in front of me, only a step ahead. I feel like a ticking bomb has been dropped on my foot. He says, "Sorry, didn't catch that. What was your name again?"
I've never stood near someone who is taller than my dad.
Hayden's presence, this close, makes my body feel things it has never felt before, not even when I watched those porn movies with my friends that Jo sneaked out of her older sister's limited edition collection.
With my heart beating me up like a cheated on lover, no longer wanting us to be together, I try to keep a straight face and step sideways with my faltering legs.
He blocks me again. "Sorry about the joke. But it's not my fault you've a shitty professor."
"Please don't talk about her like that."
"She speaks," he says, coming closer, "You've the most beautiful voice I've ever heard."
And you have the most sexiest voice I've ever heard.
"Like a six years old's?" I snap at him.
He laughs. "Again, sorry about that. Trust me," he says, letting his eyes gaze over my body. "I know a woman when I see one."
My face heats up. I try my luck to move around him again, but he has me fully trapped. "And I'm sure you know a man when you see one, too. Isn't that why you kept looking at me?" he says.
Shocked, I meet his eyes. And then get lost in them. He has the most beautiful eyes. Snap out of it, Dammit!
"Isn't it?" he whispers.
Oh my God, he thinks I'm interested in him.
Well, I am, but not in the way he thinks!
"Maybe the werewolf girls find your egotistic and primitive behaviors appealing, but I don't. Let me go."
"Why not settle that after we get a little primitive with each other first?" he says, wrapping my waist with his hand and pressing my chest against his.
I don't know whether it's because of his body heat or mine, but I'm burning up. Every minuscule movement of his hand on my lower back hits me with a wave of pleasure.
When his face comes closer, I shut my eyes tight and hold my breath. He nuzzles into my neck. "You smell so good," he whispers. His hair prickles the side of my face.
When he kisses my neck I grab his shirt and pull it. He pushes me against the wall, shifts his lips over to mine, and starts kissing me. My jaw moves on its own and I kiss him back.
My first kiss is wet, tingling, and slightly burning from his sharp teeth scraping my virgin lips.
When his thigh glides between mine, a moan slips out of my throat, and that's when my powers of reasoning return.
I try a spell, it doesn't work. Try another. Doesn't work too. Then I start resisting, pounding his chest. He lets go off me and steps back, with a look of surprise on his face, that turns to realization, before it inevitably culminates as anger. "Fuck," he says, "You're my ma—"
I flee before he finishes.
