Ink suits him, adding a few points to his insidious aura and many more points to his hotness.
His sudden proximity sends my pulse racing. Not just in fear... there’s more to this emotion. Something heavy and loaded. Something exciting...
A hot flush burns my cheeks when he takes another step, the V of his abdomen on display, and I’m painfully aware he’s buck naked... and not far off flashing his dick.
“Stop!” I squeal, snatching his boxers off the pile.
I turn to throw them, but he’s closer now. He’sright there, almost between my legs.
Eye level with my knees.
And yet he still comes across as intimidating.
“What’s wrong?” he muses, grasping my wrist to take his boxers before I drop them in the lake. “Never seen a cock?”
Involuntarily, I look down. His cock is still underwater, barely an outline from my vantage point. I can’t judge the size considering how water distorts the image but—
“Cock?” I peer into his eyes, raising one eyebrow. “You sure you don’t mean ateenie weenie?”
A lazy smirk curls his lips, contrasting the menacing amusement lacing his tone. “It’s cold out here.”
“That’s what they all say.”
As if he’s out here to prove a point, or maybe mortify me beyond repair, he moves to my left. His muscles ripple, shifting beautifully under the tattoos as he grips the edge of the platform, effortlessly hauling himself out.
I do my best not to cover my eyes like a little girl. Instead, I stare straight ahead, careful not to let my gaze wander in case I turn my head and find myself face-to-weenie.
Too bad that no matter how hard I focus on the main asylum building on the other side of the lake, my peripheral vision isperfectand Isee. Not entirely, but enough to know he’s well equipped. Too well.
“Brave of you to wander after dark,” he muses, the rustle of fabric telling me he’s covering himself up.
A shudder slips down my spine but it’s not unpleasant. My scalp tingles when he sits beside me, the aromatic smell of his cologne invading my senses.
I chance a glance at him, my muscles relaxing when I see he’s dressed from the waist down.
Still, his chest is in my face and...Well done, God.
You did good with this one. He’s hot.
He’s also dangerous. A man like him doesn’t belong here. Not just at college, but out in the world. There’s something so undeniably ruthless about him that a prison cell springs to mind. Titanium bars. Ten men with guns guarding his cell because any less couldn’t hold him.
I swallow hard, corralling my fantasies as our eyes lock. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“That you should be smarter,Hailey.” The emphasis he puts on my name makes my skin break out in hives. “I’d make sure I’m never alone if I were you.”
“Why is that?”
He leans back to grab two bottles, not gracing me with an answer.
Maybe I’m paranoid, but nothing in my new reality feels black or white. Everything is fucking gray.
I can’t navigate the world while simultaneously working out who I am and what I can’t remember. His words sound like a threat but... why would he threaten me? He doesn’t know me.
My instincts tell me I should be running. Brute is disturbing. Dark and menacing, but before I make a move, he leans into me, his face inches from mine.
“Smarter,” he reminds, tossing the contents of my solo cup into the lake.
“Hey! That was—”
