I get to see a soft side to him that no one else does.
“I’d love that, I haven’t seen your apartment yet.”
He’s been in it for almost a month now, but with him working with his father, and me studying for finals, I haven’t had a chance to go into the city to visit.
“It’ll look better once I’ve got you naked in the bed.”
My eyes flutter shut.
“Saint.” I groan out his name.
I feel starved of this man’s touch. He’s my deadly addiction, one I happily overdose on every single time.
Even the slightest brush of his hand against my skin weakens me at the knees.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be crying out my name soon enough,” he says in a low voice.
I curse myself for falling over so easily to Jenna.
I love my best friends, but we’ve partied our entire four years at university. My liver can’t take much more.
But itisour last night as roommates, and I’ll likely move into the city to be with Saint. These nights will likely become rare as we get older.
“You’re evil,” I whine, feeling his smile through his words.
“Like you couldn’t imagine, darling. Call me when you want to be picked up.”
Thirty minutes later, the girls and I are stumbling through the campus, all three of us holding hands.
Jenna—who’s slightly more inebriated than Regina and me—bumps into me and causes us to veer off to the side. The courtyard fills with our shrieks of laughter when Regina almost takes a nosedive.
“How big did you”—I hiccup—“make those measures?”
Jenna’s mischievous laugh makes my cheeks hurt with a smile. “Fuck knows, but it was worth it.”
We’re heading to our final end-of-semester party. Whilst we’ve already had our graduation ball, tomorrow is the day we all leave the dorms.
The courtyard is littered with graduates, all heading to whatever party they deem will give them the best end to an era.
For four years, we’ve all worked our butts off. Jenna studied Literature, Regina Computer Science, and me?
Good old Business Management.
A broad figure I hadn’t even noticed steps out the shadows and into our direct path and causes my heel to buckle.
“Ladies, where are you three off in a hurry?” he says, and I don’t recognise his face.
Jenna huffs. “Where do you think, idiot?”
She tugs my hand, and I automatically grip Regina’s, who’s still fighting the giggles from earlier.
“Pfft, boring! You should be heading to the Archives,” the stranger calls behind us, and Jenna stops in her tracks.
“Seriously, Conrad? You need to be fucking royalty to get in there.”
The Archives is located just off campus; rumours are some secret rich kid fraternity own it, but looking at it from the outside, it looks like a derelict building.
So they can’t be that rich if it’s true.
