Atlas Black

Chapter 23

L L A N A M O R O Z O V A

I'm about to fall asleep, this 3 hour lecture is torturing me and it doesn't help that I hardly got any sleep last night. Not with what went down yesterday. And then Sas also warning me.

"Hey, psst" I shake the voice away from my head.

"Llana" the voice is now strangely close to my ear.

I pop open my eyes to find Dean sat next to me, and he must've been sat there for a while now since I've been dozing off. It's strangely comforting to be in his presence. I'd never thought I'd say it but Dean is not a bad person.

"I was just going to ask you if you wanna grab some coffee later on?" He whispers.

Coffee? Since when? I plaster my face with a sincere knowing look and nod my head. "Sure, I'd love too."

He grins at me with all its crooked glory and it may seem dorkish but I find it cute. He inches closer to me and I can feel the heat radiating off his body. Him being a bit too close to me.

I shuffle a bit in my seat, readjusting myself until the doors bang open and incomes none other than Aiden with his messy bed-head and sleep-deprived features which I can't lie looks hot as fuck if it wasn't for his contrasting dickish personality.

He meets my eyes halfway whilst coming toward the back of the lecture hall and sits deliberately 2 rows behind. I don't stare longer but instead keep my gaze focused on Ms Emary at the front with her boring as fuck voice.

An arm comes around me and is placed on the back of my seat. Real smooth dude. I fight the urge not to roll my eyes. His hands then slightly graze my back and my neck which sends shivers shooting down my back and making me tense all over.

I don't protest and make a comment because maybe it's just Dean being friendly. I let it slide but the slight sense of discomfort doesn't completely leave when I feel his thumb at the back of my neck, brushing soft strokes.

Suddenely, a very loud, forced cough comes from behind and I don't have to look to know. And honestly, I don't want to look. Not when he shunned me and made me look pathetic when i was in heat. Nope. Not doing it.

My lips thin in a straight line as the dryness is so prominent that I have to gulp a few times. Deans absent stroking still keeps me immobile in this same position but not before his palm touches my thigh do I shoot up in response.

Another cough sounds from the back and I have to bite back a groan of annoyance. Cough. Cough. Another. My head is tempting so much as to rotate around to glare at him but I stay rooted. Cough. Cough. Cough. Oh for fucks sake.

"Mr Grey, does there seem to be a problem?" Clearly I'm not the only one frustrated as Professor Emory glares daggers at Aiden.

"Fine, prof. Just have something stuck in my throat." He mock chokes sticking out his tongue with all his dramatic show he's putting on the for the others in the room. Everyone barks out in laughter. I actually eyeroll.

This time, I do turn around. I turn fully so I can give him the eyes and give him a clear message to stop fucking with me. I'm staring at his heated gaze and when looks down below from where he's sitting his eyes darken and he instantly shifts in his cool, calm, collected, dangerous demeanour. This Aiden never fails to get my heart galloping everytime there's that sultry expression.