Run On

Samantha, a confident, ironic, vet student. just trying to get through college and life without problems and having fun in the mean time.

Colson, the little arrogant, confident sports student. With almost every problem after him. So he just runs away from them, literally and hipothetically.

So what happens when in the mist of college life they meet. In the most weird and hot way. So it's only normal if their story is also that, hot, weird and messy.

Stay tuned to read it.

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"What the fuck?"
The voice cuts through everything.
I jump back off the bed, instinctively trying to cover myself, heart kicking up fast.
But that lasts about half a second.
Because the guy standing in the doorway is a problem.

Tall. Really tall. Messy blond hair like he just rolled out of bed and didn't bother fixing it. White T-shirt, black jeans, tattoos running down his arms like he knows exactly what he's doing.
And those eyes-locked straight on me.
Blue. Sharp. Not looking away.

"Shit. What are you doing here, Colson?" the guy behind me asks, suddenly a lot less confident.

"Since it's my room," the blond guy says calmly, still looking at me, "I'd say I'm allowed to be here."

Oh.
Great.

"Oh-shit, sorry, man," the other guy mutters, scrambling to fix himself. "We'll go. My bad."

He doesn't even look at me before heading for the door, giving Colson a quick slap on the back like that somehow fixes things.
And just like that, he's gone.

Seriously?
I'm left standing there, half-dressed, trying to recover, while this-Colson-just watches me like he's got all the time in the world.

No rush. No embarrassment. Just... watching. As I stand there arms covering my boos, lace all out. Pretty much like I'm on display for this fine ass man.

Yeah.
Horny definitely gets you into trouble.