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Ch-6 [Mine and Mine Only]

Sid burst into his apartment, the door slamming shut behind him. He strode straight to the bathroom, his movements urgent.

The mirror reflected his flushed face, eyes burning with desire.He shed his clothes, his pants dropping to the floor.The cold shower sprayed down, enveloping him in its soothing embrace.

Sid's hands braced against the wall, water cascading over his tense muscles.His chest heaved, struggling to calm the inner beast.

The cold water gradually eased his tension, his breathing slowing. His gaze dropped to his reflection, water droplets clinging to his skin.

Sid's thoughts drifted back to Kiana, her touch, her lips. The memory of their kiss ignited a spark within him.

Sid's voice was low and husky, his words echoing off the bathroom tiles. "You yourself will let me touch you, Kiana Singh Noir. I swear."

His hand moved slowly, stroking his manhood.

"I won't let you think about any other man beside me. Not that dickhead Crisanto." His eyes blazed with possessiveness.

"No one will have you but me." Sid's thoughts consumed him, visions of Kiana's curves, her smile.

He imagined her surrender, her moans. The shower's cold water couldn't calm his arousal. Sid's desire raged, fueled by his promise to claim Kiana.

Sid collapsed onto his bed, exhausted.

The bathroom session had calmed his body, but his mind still raced. He closed his eyes, letting out a deep sigh.

Tomorrow loomed, a new challenge.

Sid's thoughts drifted to Kiana, her touch, her lips. He recalled his promise: "You yourself will let me touch you..."

A faint smile crept onto his face.

Sleep began to claim him, his eyelids growing heavy. As he drifted off, Sid's last thought was of Kiana.

Sid navigated the campus, his hangover slowing his pace. Emily intercepted him, her face etched with fake concern.

"Sid, you okay?" She grasped his arm, her grip tightening. Sid nodded curtly, attempting to shake off her hold. Emily didn't relent, her eyes sparkling with insincerity. Sid's silence was deliberate, avoiding morning drama.

His gaze scanned the campus, searching for one person – Kiana Singh Noir.

Last night's memories flooded his mind: Kiana's touch, her lips, her body. He recalled his promise, "You yourself will let me touch you..."

Sid's eyes locked onto Kiana's figure in the distance. She stood near the library, her beauty captivating. Emily's voice intruded, "Sid, you look terrible. Are you hungover?"

Sid's response was a brief nod, his attention still on Kiana. Emily's grip tightened. "I can take care of you, Sid. You need me."

Sid's patience waned, his irritation growing. "I don't need anyone," Sid growled, his teeth clenched.

With a swift motion, he freed himself from Emily's grasp.Her eyes widened, feigning hurt, but Sid saw past the facade.

He strode toward Kiana, his long strides devouring the distance.Kiana's gaze met his, her expression guarded.

Sid's intensity made her heart skip a beat. As he approached, Kiana's thoughts rushed back to last night.

Their kiss, and his possessive gaze.

Sid stopped before her, his chest heaving.

"Kiana," he said, his voice low and husky.Their eyes locked, the air thick with tension.