My steps falter at the sound of Macallan’s voice.
“Maisie.” He knocks harder, and while I’m tempted not to answer, I have a feeling he won’t leave unless I do.
Unlocking the door, I tug it open to find his fist raised, preparing to knock again. The relief on his face at the sight of me is palpable, and it only now registers that he’s been worried about me.
“Where the fuck have you been?” He steps past me into the room, running his hand through his hair as he turns back to face me. “I’ve been calling and texting you all day. I was starting to think you were kidnapped by an Uber driver or something.” He blows out a hard breath, drawing my attention to my soccer bag as he dumps it next to my bunk with a thud.
“I was sleeping,” I say, gesturing down to my crop top and sleep shorts.
I watch in utter fascination as his eyes drink me in, his gaze darkening in a way that has my stomach twisting with a deep ache of desire.
“All day?”
“I was tired.” I shrug, stepping past him toward the bathroom.
“Where are you going?”
“I need to pee. Give me a minute.”
I quickly dip inside the bathroom, cringing as I catch sight of myself in the mirror. My face bare of any makeup, my hair tied up in a messy bun with nearly half of the strands falling out, my eyes puffy with sleep. I look awful and I quickly move to rectify that. After fixing my bun, I splash some water on my face, do a quick brush of my teeth, relieve myself, and then wash my hands before deeming myself acceptable enough to reenter the room.
When I do, I find Macallan lounging in my desk chair, his long legs stretched out in front of him, appearing much calmer than he did just moments ago.
“Now, would you like to explain why you’re here?” I ask, leaning my shoulder against the frame of the bathroom door, crossing my arms in front of my chest to cover the fact that I’m not wearing a bra, though I doubt he hasn’t already noticed.
“Pretty sure that much is obvious.” He leans forward, resting his elbows just above his knees as he gestures to my bag. “You left that in my car. And... I was worried about you.”
“Why?” I ask like it’s the most ridiculous answer in the world, despite the fact that my heart is beating wildly in mychest with excitement at the thought that he cares enough to be worried, to show up at my dorm half panicked.
“Because you left while I was still sleeping and then didn’t answer any of my calls or texts. I thought something had happened to you.”
“Why do you care?”
He blanches at my question.
“BecauseIcare aboutyou,” he says, like it should be so obvious.
“Do you, though?” I arch a brow, pushing him for reasons I don’t fully understand myself.
“You know I do.” He pushes to a stand, crossing the room in a couple long strides, stopping directly in front of me. “Where’s crazy pants?” He gestures to the empty bed on his left.
“Not here.” I shrug.
“Will she be back soon?”
“No idea. She’s been gone all day. Why?”
“Just wanted to make sure I had time to do this.”
Before I can react, he moves, his hands going to either side of my face seconds before his lips are on mine. Gone is the gentleness he showed last night, replaced by a need that bleeds off him into me, making me damn near desperate.
My fingers plunge into his hair, pulling him tighter as his tongue slides against mine, my stomach tightening when he groans into my mouth.
I don’t know what happens. One minute, I’m on my tiptoes, the next, my feet are off the ground and my legs are around his waist as he presses me against the wall, his arousal thick and hard against my core as he grinds into me.
I drop my head back on a gasp, grinding down on him as his lips find my neck, biting and sucking.
“Do you have any idea how much I want you?” he murmurs against my already too-heated skin.
