“You admitted you were following me,” she growled as she turned up the path to Morgana.
“True,” I grinned, then checked my phone to see if Lev had answered, but I didn’t hear. It was still unanswered. “Are you going to invite me in?”
“No,” she hit, then paused when she realized that her hands were full and she needed to find her keycard.
“Allow me,” I offered, sweeping in like the charming, handsome prince to the rescue, providing that she’ll let me eat the casserole off her pussy, then I’ll play nice.
I took the plate from her grasp before she could protest, then, cautiously and never taking her eye off me, she searched for her keycard. She was about to swipe to unlock it when she paused, plunged her hand into her bag, and pulled out a pretty solid-looking silver knife with an embellished handle—made for a stabby Addie. “This,” she finally answered my question.
“Yeah, that’ll do it,” I stated, pretty relaxed and unconcerned that she had it, because I could whip it off her in the blink of aneye and use it against her, but I was curious to see what she’d do with it.
Now I know there is a second weapon; we’d have to break into her room to retrieve it some other time. And I kinda liked doing that, snooping around, stealing her panties. “Do your friends and family call you Addie?”
She was annoyed by my nonchalant attitude about the knife; in fact, I barely looked at it. Again, whatever it took to fire her up was like fuel to my cock. “Some,” she replied hotly, having to turn away for a second to unlock the door, then stabbed me with another scowl.
I suspected she thought I might drop a date rape in her casserole or maybe spit in it, since we’re enemies, but I didn’t, and I wouldn’t. Not with her, anyway.
Once the door was open, she snatched the casserole from my hands, mumbled, “thank you,” and shut the door behind her.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in for dessert?” I yelled, banging on the door, hoping she’d turn back, but knowing that she wouldn’t. “Is that a no?”
But where the fuck was Lev?
Me: Wtf r u?
Lev:
I waited by the door for a resident to turn up, so I could convince them to let me in, but there were only four students in there, so I might be waiting all night for one of them to come home. So, with a smile on my face, I walked all the way around the residence halls and out onto the field. The streetlights are on, glowing shards of light onto the grass, but I chose a spot in the shadows and lay down on the grass and fixed my gaze on the crack of light in her blinds.
She was inside with the light on, and the longer I stared, the more I wanted to smash the window to get in. The drain pipesran from the roof past her window, so I could climb up and break the glass with my fist.
The crack of light in her room flicked as she moved past, probably heading into the bathroom. Okay, now my dirty brain was working overtime, imagining her undressing, taking a shower, sliding her hand between her thighs, thinking of me. Of course, there would be an internal battle taking place in her mind. She hated me, yet she was attracted to me.
“I have the same problem, Stabby Addie. I hate your father, hate the Boleyn family, but I like you,” I mumbled to myself just as my phone lit up, giving me away, if anyone happened to be looking.
Lev: Where r u now?
Me: park outside Morgana
Lev: Be there in a few mins
Several moments later, the distant sound of Lev’s Suzuki revving, accelerating, then slowing down, probably going around bends. A single light spilled onto the field as he broke campus rules and rode across the grass, tearing up the manicured lawn with his tire tread.
Adina’s blinds flickered as the gap widened, and I saw a curious little face peering out before she closed the blinds again. I don’t know if she could identify us in the dark, but she’d definitely see and hear the Suzuki. Did she realize that the Suzuki belonged to her roommate in Morgana? How much do Lev and Adina talk while living on the same floor? I bet it was tempting for him to visit her room at night since he had a keycard, but I’d imagine she’d have the door chained, like a smart girl.
Lev parked his bike, turned off the engine, then took off his helmet. “Gotta blunt?”
“Are you asking me or telling me?” I questioned as he glanced up at her room while taking out a small bag from his pocket.
“Asking,” he replied, then pointed his thumb in the direction of her room. “Spying on her?”
“Yeah, she won’t invite me in, so I was waiting for you to turn up,” I told him.
“It’ll be worth the wait to stay out here,” he replied, taking out the blunt from the bag, lit it, took a pull, then handed it to me.
“What do you mean?” I pressed because he was talking in tongues, like I had to read his mind.
“Trust me. Wait for it,” he stated dryly. “I left something in her room.”
