4 Sienna.
By the time I left my apartment, I’d already decided I wasn’t going to class. Not today.
I’d barely slept again, and when I did, I dreamed of Adrian. His mouth on me, his hands pinning me, the rough sound of my name on his lips. I woke up aching, wanting, restless in a way I hadn’t known was possible before him. I tried to ignore it, bury myself in textbooks and assignments, but every word blurred. I was too aware of my body, the aftershocks of what we’d done the night before echoing through me.
My phone buzzed around noon.
Adrian. Of course, he didn’t use my name.
Just: “Off campus. That old park you like. Noon.”
A thrill shot down my spine. I barely thought about what I was doing. I just threw on jeans, a loose t-shirt, sneakers. I brushed my hair, checked my face, told m
