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As soon as my eyes landed on her, my resolve would crumble, and I’d sink deeper. Give in a little more.

My head was bent as though I were working, but I had no clue what the hell was even on my desk. Usually I had better control—period, but especially at school—but my focus kept going to Eden and Brooks.

Fuck, she looked sexy.

I hated it.

Grabbing my messenger bag, I stood abruptly, my chair scraping against the floor. Everyone’s gaze shot to me. I caught a glimpse of Eden, her eyes wide. “I need to go take care of something.”

Something that’s currently throbbing for attention.

“Finish your work and leave it on my desk.” I shrugged. “Or don’t. It’ll be you with a zero.”

Holding my bag in front of me like I was a damn teenager again, I walked from the room. I needed to get ahold of myself, in more ways than one.

When I reached my office, I closed and locked the door before sitting at my desk. I inhaled deeply, my exhale a hiss. My palm scrubbed down my face as I breathed, trying to get control. When my eyes closed, a vivid image of Eden dancing at the club filled my head. My lids shot open, my cock twitched, and I gripped the edge of the desk.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” I murmured.

My mind didn’t answer. Instead, the movie it played morphed. Eden no longer danced at the club, sexy and masked. She was there in front of me, smiling wide as she stripped, showing me everything. Giving me everything.

At the visual of one of her smiles, my dick didn’t twitch.

It jerked, throbbing painfully.

I undid my belt and pants to free myself. Closing my eyes again, I didn’t try to clear the fantasy images that played through my mind. I lived them. Breathed them. My imagination ran wild, unhindered as I allowed myself to believe the scene, if only for a few minutes.

Fisting my cock, my grip rough and my strokes frenzied, I pictured the way she moved her body so fluidly. But in my fantasy, it was just for me. Her smile was just for me. Her laughter was just for me. I imagined her straddling me, grinding down with nothing between us as I slid into her.

I quickly grabbed a handful of tissues before coming so hard, I almost shot my load up my torso. Cleaning the mess, I tucked my still semi-hard cock away.

This is what my life has become.

I’ve jacked off more in the last few weeks than the previous ten years combined.

I needed to get laid.

To grow some balls and stop chasing what I couldn’t have.

To remember how much I have to lose.

I needed…

Eden.

Chapter Four

Messy Knots

Eden

“I had fun at coffee,” Brooks said, standing by my chair as I packed my stuff after Political Theory on Friday.

Glancing up, I pushed my hair out of my face and smiled. “I did, too.”

When I looked back down at my bag, I heard him clear his throat before he blurted, “Do you think you’d want to go out again? To dinner or something not school related?”

Shit.

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