I looked at her possessively before grabbing her by the nape of her neck and pulling her closer to me, our lips a breath away.
"You are mine. Only mine. Understand?" I gritted out and she nodded slowly.
"Good. Because I'll fucking kill any man who l...
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I woke up to someone's frantic knocking on my bedroom door.
"Who is it?" I found myself asking in a sleepy voice.
"It's Cole, are you decent?" He asked me through the other side and I smiled to myself before giving him the green light. He came in and plopped down on the couch, running a hand through his hair.
"Get up, we're going to be late because of you." He told me and I groaned.
"I'm so tired! The bastard woke me up so late, I couldn't sleep properly after that." I whined, looking at Cole who only stared at me in confusion.
"Who woke you up at night?" He looked at me questioningly and I remembered he was asleep at the time.
I didn't feel like gossip first thing in the morning so I decided it was best to put off the whole topic for now.
"Is Abby up?" I asked him, changing the topic completely when he nodded, playing along.
"You guys should go. I'll walk today. I don't have the first class today anyway."
"Alright, don't sleep in then. Bye" He got up from the couch and gave me a little wave before closing the door behind him and I could hear him running down the stairs and out the front door.
I looked at my phone on the bedside table. It was still 9 a.m., and my class didn't start till 10.
I could sleep in a bit.
But that's a risk I wasn't willing to take, knowing the last time I did so I slept through all my classes.
I pushed myself off my bed, dragging myself under the shower to let the hot water pour down my body, my thoughts wandering to a certain stranger's kiss.
I felt my breath hitch at the thought and I closed my eyes, relishing in his touches that burned me inside out. He was rough and possessive about it. Something I haven't felt before.
The way he held my waist and how his rough hands caressed my face.
Why do I crave more?
I sighed deeply, closing the shower and getting dressed, settling for blue jeans and a blush pink sweater.
I quickly dried my hair and ran my fingers through it, letting its natural wave take over and grabbed my bag from a corner of the room, making my way downstairs.
I ate the breakfast that Abby had left out for me on the kitchen island and glanced at the time, hurrying up.
Putting the dishes in the sink, I pulled on my white sneakers with one hand on the wall to balance myself and the other to wear them
