The walk to campus gave her time to breathe. By the time she settled into her favorite quiet corner of the library, surrounded by stacks of books and her research notes, she almost felt in control again. Almost. Every time she closed her eyes she saw green eyes, hazel eyes, ice-blue eyes watching her. Every time she shifted in her chair she felt the lingering dampness in her panties from the kitchen encounter.
She forced herself to focus. Hours passed in a blur of data sets, statistical models, and thesis outlining. It was nearly 4 PM when her phone buzzed with a text from the shared house group chat.
Jax: Gym session starting in 30. Spotter needed. You in?
She rolled her eyes and typed back quickly.
Riley: No. Studying. Don’t wait up.
Kai: We’ll be sweaty and shirtless. Just saying.
