Eunoia (Greek):
A pure and well-balanced mind, a good spirit. Beautiful thinking.
Harmony Ivy Reed - a nineteen year old girl in her second year of college, tackling college life by storm as she strives to stay on top at one of the most prestigious...
"And you know damn well, for you, I would ruin myself."
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"I'm so sleepy." Luke whined and put his face on the table while I snickered.
"Should've slept then, instead of watching movies all night long." I told him when he turned to look at me and stuck his tongue out.
"I didn't realise it was morning so soon." He muttered and groaned, closing his eyes for a few minutes before jolting and sitting up straight.
"But I can't sleep." He told himself just as the professor walked in and class started. The sight of him made me sigh as I put my chin on my fist, resting my elbow on the table while I looked at him with hearts in my eyes.
"You're drooling." Luke told me when I glared at him for interrupting my daydreaming and he raised his hands up in mock surrender.
"Oh no, not the glare." He spoke when I rolled my eyes and looked back at front, sighing deeply as he moved and wrote things on the board, his muscles flexing with each movement he made.
I bit my lip as images of this morning flashed before my eyes, of me pushed up against the shower wall with my legs around his waist as he fucked me like there was no tomorrow, his muscles flexing and low grunts leaving his mouth.
My thighs clenched on their own and I felt myself growing hotter when Bastian's eyes locked onto mine, making my breath hitch as he raised a dark brow at me and I crossed one leg over the other, pushing my hair behind my ears and looking away as a blush coated my cheeks.
"You did not just eye-fuck him." Luke whispered, startling me as I put a hand on my heart and glowered at him, making him snicker this time.
"I've fucked him in many different ways, Lukey-boy." I sassed and saw him gag as he looked away from me, fanning himself.
"Ew, Har, too much information. I did not need to know that." He visibly shuddered, making me laugh a little before we both started to write.
When class was over, students piled out of the room while I packed my things alongside Luke who was snoring, his head mushed against his notebook on the table. I smiled, shaking my head before poking his cheek with my pen, making him wake up with a jolt.
"Who died?!" He looked around with wide eyes when I laughed, making him narrow his eyes at me.
"I hate you." He said and I pouted, my eyes catching onto long, raven hair, red lips and brown eyes as the woman strutted in the classroom with a big smile on her face.
"Who's that?" Luke asked as he gestured to the woman who was chatting with a not-so-happy Bastian but clearly she couldn't see that.
"Judith Clarke. She's the new Modern Languages Professor." I spoke bitterly and Luke clearly noticed it before frowning.
