Yeah. No kidding. He knows why.
“What was your deal at that party?” I ask him while still catching my breath, sweat leaking into my eyes so I can’t even see properly, but I still see how his jaw tightens, the cocky expression immediately gone, replaced with something distant.
“Nothing. Let it go.”
I don’t buy that, but I’m not gonna pry it out of him like he’s some drama queen. I take off the soaked T-shirt while Adrien does the same. The number of tattoos on his upper body is increasing, and I don’t get how he can do that all by himself. I take a towel and finally dry my face so the sweat stops burning my eyes.
I look up at the gym clock—two in the afternoon. This is the longest day ever. I had to fight myself yesterday to get Kiara home from her shift without keeping her in my car until the night.
But she was clearly really tired after work and with the hangover. I need to let my girl sleep sometimes.
However, I need to see her today.
Adrien told me not to wait any longer since I have just four more days before the Varners get back and the mansion turns into a hellhole again. How long can her shift be on Monday? I think I can text her around four p.m., or five. I look at the clock again.
Just three more hours.
We get out of the gym, both of us hitting showers. We have another two-hour lesson on law, but I can’t keep my mind straight. My brain is switching to Kiara every five minutes.
It got intense in that car.
I could jerk off all day and I’d still get hard the second I hold her. I don’t want to scare her off, I don’t want to rush anything.
But my body is like someone injected hormones into my veins since I met her. I guess it’s normal.
?
I’m ignoring half the stuff the professor says. I probably know it all anyway.
When he finally finishes, Adrien shoots up immediately. I follow him and grab my phone the second we’re out of the university auditorium where we go to take the private classes.
Me: Can I see you tonight?
K.: Already at work. I’m finishing at nine.
Me: I’ll be there.
I let my head fall back and close my eyes in frustration as we go through the university hall.
Another four hours.
Why is she doing this to me? I need to get her fired or something.
No, she would probably get furious. But she’s really cute when she’s pissed. I might do that.
I shouldn’t though.
We get to Adrien’s car and pick up Natalya from her training. She’s awkwardly quiet, for once.
I like that.
My mind can peacefully go back to the events of two days ago.
Is this how a normal teenager is supposed to feel? I feel like I’m getting addicted to something, like a fucking freak.
?
I take the elevator to the fifth floor of the Sunrise Hotel, checking myself in the huge mirror. I was so distracted today I missed half my blocks and caught about five punches straight to the face. Some spots are already turning blue. I look like a beaten-up idiot who doesn’t know how to fight properly.
