My fingers drum against the desk, and I glance at the clock. It’s been an hour since I left Damien in the little passage, and I’m struggling not to go back in there and kill the bastard. Why is she taking so long? Where is she? Did she find him, and is she currently nursing him back to health?
I even had enough time to go to my dorm, shower, and change before coming here. There’s nothing to do in her dorm. Avalon’s side is almost empty, save for a few books here and there, whereas Sophia’s looks like she’s living here full-time and has no plans of leaving.
But, fuck me, everything smells like her.
Every pillow, every shirt, absolutely everything. The reaction is instant, and although it’s been an hour since I fucked her in the library, my cock strains in my pants, and I have to suppress the urge to find her and fuck her against the nearest wall.
The only thing preventing me from doing it is that she has her exams tomorrow. I do plan on tiring her out a little more, but it would be too much for her poor soul to take being fucked twice in a public setting, in one evening.
The door of her dorm opens, and she almost screams when she sees me. She snaps her eyes shut, one hand on her hip, the other one over her heart. Her jaw is clenched, and she takes a deep breath before opening her eyes, closing the door, and stepping further into the room.
“What the hell are you doing here?” She hisses, tossing the bag on her bed. She strolls toward her dresser, picking out some comfortable clothes and a pair of underwear before turning to face me. “And for the record, you now owe me two pairs of panties, asshole.”
“I’m here to have a little disciplinary chat with you,” I shrug, a small smirk tugging on my lips. “And it’s a lot more than two, Sloane.”
A frown etches on her face, and it takes her less than four seconds before the realization dawns on her, her eyes widening slightly. “You!” She points an accusatory finger my way. “All the underwear that’s been missing from my drawer… that was you?!”
“Guilty as charged,” I grin. “I’ll replace them all, though.”
“You’d better,” she grits out, annoyance flashing in her eyes. “Those were expensive! And I don’t even want to know what you did with them.”
“Are you sure about that? I can go into detail.”
She scoffs, flips me off, then pushes the door of the bathroom open. She enters it to leave her things, then returns to the dorm, still on the threshold of the bathroom. “I’m going to shower. You’d better be gone before I’m done.”
“Not happening,” I tsk. “I told you I need to talk to you.”
Sophia rolls her eyes, exasperated. She mutters something under her breath, then enters the bathroom. The door closes behind her, and I hear the click of the door locking. I chuckle, shaking my head.
The scent of her shampoo and body wash travels through the dorm, going straight to my cock. Fuck, this definitely isn’t the main point as to why I came here, but now that Soren Jr. wants to play, who am I to deny him?
It takes her around twenty-five minutes to reemerge from the bathroom, followed by a cloud of steam behind her. She’s wearing a plain, white tank top, that makes her tits look fucking amazing. God, I love her tits.
The shorts are too fucking short for my liking, barely covering her ass. They’re a pale shade of pink, with a small bow on the waistband. She’s barefoot, and I’m not fucking sure why that makes me even hornier.
The sight of her wet hair falling down her waist, her bare face, and the pure fucking beauty makes my heart skip a beat. It’s been a while since I’ve seen her like this, in her natural state, and although she looks amazing whenever her hair, makeup, and outfit are perfectly picked out, there’s just something about seeing her bare, almost like she’s being vulnerable.
Which is saying a lot, because Sophia’s the biggest bitch alive. I don’t think anyone’s truly seen her vulnerable in her life.
“What do you want?” She sighs.
I pat my leg with my index finger, and her eyes flick down to mylap, before slowly drawing her gaze back to me, with a raised brow, and something that resembles a smirk.
She doesn’t protest, though, coming to stand right between my legs. Immediately, my hands are on her hips, lifting her up, then sitting her down on my lap. My arms circle around her waist, pulling her closer, and I can’t help but bury my face in the valley of her chest, inhaling her scent.
Almost reluctantly, she lifts one hand, and slowly starts stroking my hair. A groan comes from me, muffled by her chest, and my arms tighten around her. Sophia chuckles, continuing to gently stroke my hair without saying a word.
I never knew the arms of the woman I loathe the most, could be so peaceful.
Sophia sighs, leaning her cheek against my head, her arms wrapping around my neck. She’s not the one to show affection to people easily, and I try not to show just how much this catches me off guard.
But the realization hits me.
She’s gotten used to having me around, for more than just to fuck up each other’s lives. She’s getting softer, warmer, and more welcoming with me. There are a million ways to tease her about it, to provoke the angry side of her, but a part of me doesn’t want that. Basking in Sophia’s warmth is like a piece of Heaven that’s entirely mine.
“Sophia,” I mutter her name, lifting my head to meet her eyes.
She looks back at me, with something in her eyes I can’t quite name. It’s gone before I can even try to analyze it, but for the first time, her gaze doesn’t harden when she sees me. She’s not looking at me with hatred, annoyance, or with that mischievous glint in her eyes whenever she’s ready to fuck me over.
