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“She did, didn’t she? She let you stick it in her ass!”
Nope. But I was two seconds away from begging Asher to stick it in mine.
“We’re done here, let’s get you home,” I tell him as I take the Solo cup from his hand, handing it to a rando as I usher him out of the room.
“But I wanna party more, Si-Si!”
“We are not calling me that. Practice is gonna be so fuckin’ fun for you tomorrow.”
“Shhh! We don’t talk about practice!” he singsongs to a Disney movie beat. With Rome’s drunk ass hanging off of me, we stumble out of the house. My eyes connect with familiar dark brown eyes as Rome grabs my cheeks, squished between one of his hands, as he continues to laugh. My heart sinks, wondering what this must look like, but Asher doesn’t look fazed by Rome’s presence, his eyes tracking my steps as he pulls the inside of his cheek between his molars, his lips pursing. After a single nod, Asher turns and walks in the opposite direction from us.
It takes everything in me to continue on toward Harrow House, when all I want to do is chase down a specific man with dark raven hair and claim him as my own.
Too bad I let fear run my life.
Chapter 15
Asher
Watching Silas walk away from me was agonizing torture. There’s so much I want to talk to him about, so much I want to learn. I don’t know what caused me to take that leap with him, but seeing him storm off in a jealous rage just flipped a switch. The pieces I’ve seen glimpses of over the last few weeks have been little crumbs I’ve gobbled up like a starved man. Now that I’ve tasted him? I need the whole loaf. No more bits strewn about when his guard is down, I want all of him.
I meant everything I said to him; if I thought I was hooked on him before, it’s nothing compared to now. I went back to my dorm with the promise that I’d stay there, knowing I needed to get my head straight after everything that happened. I didn’t last long. My impatience bubbles over, and desire wins out.
So here I am, standing in front of Harrow House again, hidden against the dark backdrop of the night, the quiet stillness surrounding me as I look up into the windows. When I imagined my senior year at Corvus, it never crossed my mindthat stalking Silas Blackwood would be at the top of my list of hobbies, but here I am.
I can’t shake him from my mind. He’s the center of my focus from the moment my eyes open in the morning, and he haunts my dreams while I sleep. Touching him earlier about did me in. The way he melts for my touch is both agonizingly erotic and heartbreakingly beautiful all at the same time. There’s a wild part of me that wants him so desperate for me that he can’t think straight, but there’s also a protective part of me that wants to burn the world down forever, making this man feel desperate for anything.
A raven lands above me, croaking once, as if demanding my attention before flying off. I watch his wings flap in the wind, flying above to the second story of Harrow House, landing softly on the ledge in front of a window. His beady eyes look at me from above, croaking again, echoing loudly into the night. Chills race up my spine, the feeling I’ve had for weeks making me shiver.
A gust of wind pushes me, as if ushering me along. The school itself has to be speaking to me, pushing me toward where I need to go. Knowing there’s no point in denying fate, I leave the cover of the trees and walk into Harrow House, taking the stairs to the second floor and easily navigating down a familiar hallway, mentally counting the doors to where the room should be.
Lucky for me, I’d learned how to get past a locked dorm room door when Parker and I had locked ourselves out in the past. Pulling out my ID card, I slide it through the doorframe and the lock. With a little pressure and patience, the lock disengages, and I slowly turn the handle with my heart in my throat. Listening for any movement, I slip inside, finding myself in the living room of a small apartment. An apartment that is eerily familiar. It’s a single, based on the layout, whichmeans I don’t have to worry about running into his roommate.
I quickly navigate to his bedroom, the door wide open, as if he were waiting for me. Silas sleeps soundly in bed, his blond hair rumpled and mussed, his long eyelashes fanning over his cheeks. He’s shirtless, the blankets only covering up to his waist. He’s all defined, toned muscle . . . all man, and so mouthwatering. He’s so painfully beautiful.
I watch him sleep for a while, the steady rise and fall of his breathing, and I so badly want to strip out of my restrictive clothes, rest my head against his chest, and fall asleep to the thump of his strong heartbeat.
I’ll make him see that this is okay; he can’t continue to live and pretend to be someone he’s not. I can help him embrace who he is here at Corvus; I won’t let anything happen to him. He’s just gotta learn to trust me and want it bad enough for himself.
I take a moment to look around his room, déjà vu a thick feeling, making my head swirl as unease travels up my spine. I know I’ve been here before. But then I spot it. The last remaining clue, clicking everything into place. My eyes land on a mask sitting on his desk. The eyes crossed out with Xs, and I bet if I turned it on, it would glow red.
Visions of that mask that have haunted my dreams over the last few weeks come to life behind my eyes. The way we danced together, our bodies teasing and tempting, the scramble to a free room, and the race to free our aching cocks. The way my bare skin felt on his—the electricity that never stopped flowing through me at the spot where we were connected skin to skin. The way I braced myself above him as I watched my cock disappear into his body, the way he clenched around me when he came so good for me.Both times.The last one being here for seven minutes in hell.
My heart thumps wildly in my chest. There’s no fucking way. My eyes dart back to Silas, sleeping soundly, the navy-blue bedspread that looked black in the dim light that night, the chair that sits in the corner. It’s all the same. That’s why his body felt so familiar to me, why his whimpers and moans were the biggest turn-on, why my hands knew exactly what would make him melt—because I’ve already been inside him. I know what it feels like to slip inside his tight ass, to explode inside his warm heat.
I hooked up with Silas Blackwood on the first Fright Night.
And I did it again last week here in his room.
Of course it was him. Being anyone else was never even an option. Everything is leading us to each other.
If I had any doubts about fate, I don’t now.
Silas and I are meant to be together.
Fear be damned.
After returningto my dorm early this morning and taking a long shower, I collapse onto my bed and pull out my phone, knowing there’s only one thing I need to do today. Get through to Silas. I need to tell him that I’m who he’s been hooking up with, but I don’t know if it will work in my favor or not, so for now, I’m going to focus on getting closer to him, showing him how good this can be.
