"This conversation is over," I declare.
I start to walk past him but before I take another step, he hooks his finger into my belt loop as he pulls me back and closer to him. He leans in so that his mouth is now hovering over my ear and I involuntary...
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Skye
I stepped out of the lecture hall, finally free from the day's endless droning. I make my way towards the exit gate.
Mia left early today since her classes were over so it's just me today. I have a lot of things in my head that I need to do once I get back to my place.
And there's also a certain someone wandering in my head since I woke up this morning. He's been intruding into my thoughts more than he should.
As I'm making my way toward the main exit, I suddenly spy a familiar figure and come to an abrupt halt.
There he is, leaning against his sleek bike with effortless grace, his posture relaxed yet commanding attention effortlessly.
He looks every bit the arrogant prince he thinks he is.
Dressed casually yet impeccably, he wore a black leather jacket over a simple white shirt, while his hands were tucked in his pant pocket and his ankles crossed. Dark jeans hugged his legs, his thighs looking delicious. And his worn-in boots completed his ruggedly handsome ensemble.
The girls around me were practically tripping over themselves to get a better look at him.
But why did he have to be here, of all places?
I mean, what the actual fuck is he even doing here?
And I see his eyes find mine from far and even from far, I see his lips curl looking at me. I internally curse and run my fingers through my hair, brushing them.
Gritting my teeth I start walking towards him rapidly. And the entire time he keeps his eyes on me until I reach him.
"What are you doing here?" I demand, crossing my arms.
"I wanted to see you," He simply says as if that explained everything with his smirk widening.
"You can't just show up like this," I retort. "I have things to do, so you better go home," I say dismissively.
His gaze turns dark as the playful look vanishes. "I'm not here to go home, Skye. And in fact, I'm not leaving without you,"
"And I'm not going anywhere with you!" I reply, standing my ground despite the shiver that runs down my spine.
He doesn't say anything as he pushes off the bike, stepping closer to me until I can feel the heat of his body.
"Yes, you are," he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous. "Get on the bike, or I'll carry you if I have to."
"As if," I laugh. "You wouldn't dare,"
"Try me," his lips quirk into a half smile. A dangerous glint in his eyes.
