writtenwhispersss
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- Parts 13
Nineteen-year-old Rosaline sees the world in patterns. As a Psychology major at St. Jude's College, she knows that every smile has a motive and every silence has a meaning. But she can't find the pattern in Alistair Thorne.
He is the college's new PTI - a man of iron discipline, cold stares, and a physical presence that commands the gymnasium. He's strict, he's magnetic, and no matter how hard she tries, she can't seem to escape his notice.
He moved closer, his scent - rain and that sharp, addictive spice - filling my lungs. A slow, devastating smirk spread across his face as he stepped into my personal space, trapping me against the front door.
"You care about your instructor a lot, don't you, Lyric?" he asked, his voice a low, teasing vibration.
"You wouldn't really throw me out into a storm like this when I'm this cold, would you? You're not that heartless."
"You are the most manipulative man I have ever met," I whispered.
"And you're so cute, Lyric," he murmured, reaching out to tuck a stray hair behind my ear. His fingers lingered, warm against my skin.
"I know you care about me. You're practically vibrating.
Fine... I'll give in. You'll get your wish fulfilled tonight - you've got me, Lyric.
All to yourself.