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...
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"Sebastian?" I called out as I looked for the man, peeking into his study but he wasn't there either.
"Bastian!" I yelled and trudged to the last place, his room, knocking on the door once when I heard a gruff 'come in' and went in to see him sitting on a chair with a book in his hand, his glasses resting on his nose and making him look so sexy I would have crawled to him.
But I didn't, obviously.
"What are you reading?" I ask as I walk over to him slowly, his button down on me reaching my mid thigh as his eyes move from his book to me, slowly trailing over my figure as his brows raise.
"Crime and Punishment." He says and shows me the cover.
"Dostoevsky. I like this one." I say and run my finger over the text of the page he was reading before meeting his gaze.
"Have you read it before?" I ask when he nods once, sitting up straighter as I take the book from his hands and look at the page he was reading before handing it back and read out one of my favourite quotes from it.
"Do you understand, sir, do you understand what it means when you have absolutely nowhere to turn?" I ask with a raised brow and see recognition cross his features as he puts his bookmark on the page he was reading before putting it aside, holding my waist and bringing me closer.
"For every man must have somewhere to turn..." He finishes the quote when I smile and let him pull me into his lap so that I was straddling him.
"I like his books. His writing might be all over the place, but it's got depth." I say, ignoring the funny feeling in my stomach as he rubs his warm hands on my bare thighs.
"He had a complex mind." He says when I raise a brow.
"He was also mad." I say with a grin when he nods slowly and his lips tug up in the slightest as he pulls me closer and moves his hands farther up.
"Aren't we all a little mad, Ms. Reed?" He asks in a low voice, "To the point of insanity, perhaps?"
"Some more than others." I whisper breathlessly as his nose touches mine and I take his glasses off, putting them on top of his book to a side.
"And some not at all," He completes as he gazes into my eyes, which seems more like he's looking into my soul, "To be mad, or to not be mad—"
"That is the question." I interrupt and he grins a little as his lips brush mine slightly before I pull back.
"Do you trust me?" I ask him when he frowns a little but nods nonetheless.
"Always." He tells me, making me smile as I get off his lap, much to his confusion, and head into his closet and returning with two ties.
