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I comb my fingers through my hair, and my mind becomes a blur of Tessa-related feelings. It's growing into an unhealthy obsession. She's like a drug to me, one I'm getting addicted to faster than I ever imagined possible, but god, it's good, and the high I get from her is euphoric.

Chapter 25

Tessa

Whatever was happening between Zane and Ashlee was weird. Still, judging by the scowl on her face as she walked back to her seat and the uncomfortable look on his, it wasn't a conversation either of them enjoyed.

Once I leave class, I start walking to the library, where I have a two-hour shift. But I come to a halt when I feel a large arm wrap around my shoulder and hear a deep voice murmur into my ear.

"Hey, pretty girl." I turn to face Erik, who is smiling down at me as I stare into his gentle eyes. "Were you okay the other night? You took off pretty quickly after the movie."

"You know my social battery runs out fast."

"I know. I was just worried about you more than anything."

Hello guilt.

"Do you realize how awesome you are?" He quickly glances away from me, but I catch a glimpse of the smile he's trying to hide.

"Where are you headed anyway?"

"I’ve got a shift at the library. Mrs. Strowther has a dental appointment."

"She's like ninety. How does she even have any teeth?"

"Erik!" The most unladylikelaugh escapes my lips as I playfully whack his arm, which probably feels like I hit him with a feather, considering the size ofit.

After walking me the entire way, he spins away from me and pulls his red backpack straps hard against his shoulders.

"This is where I leave you."

"Thank you so much for getting me here safely." I playfully fan myself.

"You know me, I'm a total hero."

"You are. Now go. There are damsels to save and transport across campus." With a wave goodbye, he walks away, and I head into the library.

I approach where Mrs. Strowther sits, and even though she isn't ninety, I can see where Erik is coming from. With her wispy gray hair and short stature, she's the sweetest little librarian you could imagine and has been working here for nearly forty years. She quickly heads out for her appointment, leaving me alone with a cart full of books that need to be put back in their rightful spots on the shelves. It's a job that some people may hate, but for me, it's therapeutic, and picking up each one, knowing that someone has turned the pages, provides me with a weird feeling of fulfillment.

Standing in the corner of a practically empty library, I stare at a book on Pythagoras and trigonometry and wonder why my mind doesn't absorb mathematical concepts as effortlessly as it does with language.

My brain is not wired for math.

I'm reading something about geometric figures—which could be in a different language at this point—when I feel someone move close behind me. Zane's scent fills the entire space, andI don't need to turn my head to know it's him. When his arm brushes past my face, he pulls a book from the shelf, and I lower my voice almost to a whisper.

"Are you here because you want to study algebra, Professor?"

"I'm here because I hoped you'd be here."

"I guess it's lucky you found me then." I keep my body straight and my face forward as we continue whispering, and I feel him step closer. Heat radiates from his body, and goosebumps cover mine when his breath gently grazes the nape of my neck.

"I don't feel that lucky when all I can think about is driving my fingers inside your tight little pussy until you're screaming my name. It almost feels like torture." He sets the book back on the shelf with a slight brush of his lips against my ear, igniting and trembling every inch of my body simultaneously. He moves in so close that I can practically feel his mouth on my neck, and his hunger for me is almost overwhelming. "God, I need back inside you." I hold my breath, lost in the moment, until he steps back and I can finally exhale. "I'll see you tonight, Tessa."

Chapter 26

Tessa

After a quick detour to my place to shower and change, I find myself standing on Zane’s doorstep, having just tapped my knuckles against the door a few seconds ago.

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