Page 81 of They Are Mine

I ache.

For a second, I can’t move.

I just stand there, drenched in his presence, breathing him in, skin prickling from the weight of his gaze.

I have to leave.

Not because I want to.

Because if I don’t, I will do something reckless.

“Well,” I murmur, dragging my fingers along the edge of my car door, slow, teasing, just enough to let him watch. “I’ll look for you next time I’m there.”

Then, before I can lose my fucking mind, I slide into my car.

His eyes stay on me.

Watching.

Assessing.

And just as I pull the door shut, just as I grip the wheel, trying to breathe.

He smirks.

Oh.

Oh, Orion.

You have no idea what you’ve just done.

I circle the block, parking in a shadowed spot where I can watch him without being seen.

Orion moves back to his post near the entrance, arms crossed over his broad chest, gaze sweeping over the campus like a king surveying his territory.

He doesn’t pay attention to the girls leaving. Not a single glance. Not a single lingering look.

Because he’s thinking about me.

My touch on his arm. The way my fingers gripped him, how I tucked myself against him, the way I whispered please, help me in my soft, desperate voice.

I bet he goes home and touches himself.

The thought slams into me, a hot, dizzying thrill curling through my belly.

I need to know.

I wait until his shift ends, until he strides to his truck, steady, powerful, that body.

His house is dark when he pulls up.

I watch as he climbs out of his truck, takeout bags in hand. I bet there’s something sweet in there too. I know he has a sweet tooth.

God, I can’t wait to bake for him.

Yes. Yes, that’s it. That’s how I lock this down.

When I get home, I’ll bake. Cupcakes. A mix of everything to take to the gym.

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