Claimed.

Kidnapped.

I padded into the bathroom barefoot, my hair in a bun from my afternoon shower and in my short shorts and a tank top. Air-conditioning only happened in the lounge areas, hallways and main foyers of the dorm buildings.

But not in the actual dorm rooms.

Satan himself runs this place.

I'm literally dying from this heat. I was almost tempted to go sleep in the hallway since it was definitely fresher out there then in here. Hell I was even tempted to sleep naked.

“Hello love,” Harry smirked from his spot across the bathroom. Last time I saw Harry was Saturday, the day of my date. And considering it was Sunday night, a week and a day later, I wasn’t in the mood to talk to him.

“Piss off,” I slurred, still tired from the heat and the fact that my bed was so comfortable. Of course the heat rendered me incapable of sleeping but at least it was good enough just to lie there.

“Why would I do that? I’m picking you up for our date,” he grinned as I splashed my face for cold water.

“Uh-huh,” I said politely, not really listening. I was more focused on the cold water on my face which felt really good.

“Wow, and here I thought you’d put up more of a fight,” he said, sounding slightly disappointed.

“Fight?” I mumbled, looking up at him through my heavy eyelids, “Why would I fight?”

“Because we’re going out on a date,” he said, knocking on my head, “I just figured you’d protest more.”

“We’re not going out,” I yawned, “I’m exhausted, it’s Sunday night, it’s a million degrees outside and I’m heading back to bed,” and in saying so I turned around, hand on the doorknob only for Harry to catch my hand with his.

“Mmmm,” I hummed, taking his cold hand off mine and putting it on my cheek.

“What is with you tonight?” he asked, giving me a weird, wide eyed look.

“It’s hot and your hand is cold,” I sighed, eyes closing.

“Um…okay then,” he said, chuckling, “You do realize how ridiculous you look?”

“I don’t care its way too hot,” I murmured.

He pulled his hand from my cheek and I opened my mouth to protest but then I felt his hands slip under my shirt and rest on my back.

I shivered slightly, whether it was from the cold or not I didn’t know. His hands moved down slightly, pressed against my lower back lightly and I sighed again. His hands were so cold and it felt so good on my hot skin.

“Well, if I ever get a fever I know who to call,” I joked after a moment, opening my heavy lids to see Harry watching me intensely.

“What?” I asked, feeling self-conscious.