For the past year, 18 year old Camille has been getting away with four hours of sleep, a nine hour school day and an eight hour work day overnight. That is until her three teachers and a mystery guy walk into her diner one night.
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My hand shakes as I apply my mascara.
I'm waiting for Zander to come pick me up and I haven't been able to sit still all day.
I assess my outfit in the mirror, overthinking the blue mom jeans and bandeau, white shirt for the thousandth time. I've curled my hair slightly and added a white bow to match.
My phone buzzes on my bed and I take one final glance at my appearance in the mirror.
It'll have to do.
Tucking my phone into my back pocket, I walk downstairs, grabbing my black, oversized zip up hoodie and throwing it on as I leave.
Walking a few blocks, I reach the agreed place for them to pick me up and climb into Zander's car. My heart beats furiously as I settle into the seat, not daring to look up at him yet. I mutter a quick hello, suddenly feeling a wave of embarrassment.
"Hey, beautiful," Zander flirts and my cheeks blush. He doesn't set off and I can tell he is waiting for me to look at him.
Shyly, I lift my eyes to meet his, looking into his deep brown orbs. My breath catches in the throat as I register the look of hunger as he takes in my outfit. I almost shiver under his dominating gaze.
His black jeans and black shirt make me bite my lip instinctively. My core pulses at being in such close proximity to him when he looks this good.
"Let's go before I keep you to myself," he mutters and I laugh as he sets off. We drive in silence, the temperature palpable between us. He glances at me every so often, his eyes going dark each time.
He pulls into a familiar apartment building and I realise it's Luka's. Zander parks and leads me to the elevator, his hand on my lower back.
I stand there awkwardly, biting on my lip as I try to figure out something to say. The doors shut and my heart beats quickly as the enclosed space starts to feel claustrophobic.
"Fuck it," Zander suddenly says and the air rushes out of my lungs as he pushes me against the back wall. I breathe heavily, feeling my core tighten as I smell his woody aftershave.
He crashes his lips against mine, dominating my mouth. His tongue fights for access and I grant it to him, feeling the urgent need with every movement. Wetness rushes out of me as I kiss him back.
I'm so involved in the moment, I don't realise the elevator doors have opened and the other three guys are standing there until one of them clears their throats.
"Just couldn't wait, could you?" Josh teases and I push Zander back, rubbing my lips together and looking down in embarrassment. Josh holds the doors from closing and we walk into the open plan space. Luka and Gabriel lean against the back of the couch, arms crossed with amused looks on their faces.
I keep my eyes on the floor, not able to look in their eyes. I watch Luka walk towards me, his feet heavy on the polished tiles. He lifts my chin up, forcing me to look at him, and plants a passionate kiss on my lips before walking to the kitchen, leaving me shocked.
