36. Kate

Reluctantly getting dressed and heading towards my remaining classes I told myself it was a good thing Dex left the way he did. It took all my willpower to break that link, to remind myself I had more to myself than falling into his bed. I need to pass this Assessment.

Because while Dex likes me now, I could lose everything if I were to gamble on him and let the Assessment slide. His dark eyes glimmered with emotion, his body tensed as if he could tear down the walls in one stroke.

Through his soaked t-shirt I had finally made out the pattern of his tattoo. I had assumed it was small, peeping out of his sleeve hem, however a huge swirling intricate black pattern of snakes, moon, stars, and a dozen other tiny little features travelled down across shoulder blades. I’m never going to get to ask about that now.

Little things like that made me wince with regret.

I was torn between my brain, logic and reason and the very depths of my soul. Tenderly wrapping the towel around my body,