LOGINDian POV Her eyes widened,“What?”“It’s done.” My voice was firm. “I ended it.”“When?” she asked, almost breathless.“A few days ago.”“And you didn’t tell me?”“You weren’t talking to me, remember?” I rolled my eyes.That shut her up.Silence filled the room again.But this time it felt different, it came with a sense of clarity. “I don’t want her, Yas,” I said, softer now. “I haven’t for a while. I just didn’t deal with it until now.”Her chest rose and fell slowly.“And now?”“Now…” I exhaled. “Now I know exactly what I want.”Her voice came out barely above a whisper.“And what’s that?”I didn’t hesitate.“You.”Her eyes that were widened from surprise softened now. The emotions in her eyes mirrored mine and it was more than lust, it was something more, that I didn’t know if I was quite ready to admit. “I can’t stay away from you, Yas.” I said honestly. “I told myself to just to let it go… but every time i tried to pull away, it just made me want you more.”“Dian…” “Y
Dian’s POV“Let me in.”The words left my mouth rougher than I intended, but I couldn’t soften them even if I tried.Because standing there, soaked to the bone with my heart pounding like I had just run a mile…I wasn’t calm. I wasn’t thinking straight.I was barely holding it together.Yas stood in front of me, wrapped in that thin red robe, her hair slightly messy, and her lips parted like she had just been caught mid-breath.My eyes dragged over her before I could stop myself. From her perfect lips to her collarbone, to her soft looking cleavage, down to her creamy thighs.Suddenly, something else hit my nose, a scent I was familiar with and had recently had me addicted- her arousal.The air was filled with the sweet scent of her pussy. My jaw tightened.Fuck.She had just touched herself.My chest rose sharply. Something dark and possessive curled low in my stomach. My dick twitched instantly, straining painfully against my jeans.Three days!Three fucking days of her ignoring m
YAS POV The days crawled by slowly and It had been three days– three agonizing days of me avoiding Dian.Not by accident, not because I was busy, but because Mila’s words had lodged themselves deep inside my chest and refused to leave.I was intentionally staying away from him, in order to clear my head, which would make sense if it didn’t feel like a punishment. Every time my phone buzzed and his name lit up the screen, I stare at it until it blurs. Every text he sends–‘Hey. where are you?You good?Yas, talk to me.’I force myself to look away, locking my phone without replying.Yet every hour I didn’t see him felt like something inside me was tearing away slowly, deliberately, like a wound refusing to clot.My lungs tightened so painfully.Every time I saw him on campus, my heart jumped into my throat and I ducked behind the nearest doorway like a coward.It felt stupid.It felt childish.But it also felt… necessary.Because Mila was right. This thing between us was spir
Yas POV The handle rattled one more time, and my heart slammed against my ribs like it was trying to bust out. I froze right there on the sink edge, jeans shoved down around my ankles, my pussy still pulsing from Dian's tongue, all slick and bare in the cool bathroom air. His body shielded me, hands locked on my waist, his breath hot against my neck. “Stay still," he whispered, tense as hell.Then the voice cut through clear. "Yas? Dian? You guys in there?"My brows shot up and Dian’s eyes narrowed.And then, at the same exact moment, we both whispered–“Mila.”The panic, the tension, everything disappeared instantly. I placed a hand across my chest as I let out a shaky breath, my shoulders dropping in relief.“Thank God.”My heart still raced, but now it wasn’t fear of being caught by Trina. No, it was the fear of what Mila was about to say.Dian eased up too, his grip going soft. With one hand still on my waist, he gently lowered me from the sink, his fingers lingering l
YAS POV My heartbeat pounded in my ears. My mind screamed, warning me, but my body… my body had other plans. My pussy throbbed with each step, wetness soaking through my panties. We slipped into the single-occupancy bathroom at the end of the stacks, the door closed behind us with a satisfying click, and Dian twisted the lock with a decisive snap.“You have been thinking about me all this time,” he said, pressing me against the cool wall, his breath hot against my neck. “Now, I’m going to make sure you remember exactly why.”"Dian... here?" My voice trembled, but my body betrayed me. My hips rocked forward instinctively. “Shh…” he murmured, tilting my chin up, his thumb brushing softly against my lips, causing a shaky breath to escape. I pressed closer, heat pooling between my legs. I didn’t want him to stop, but I also didn’t want anyone to come back and ruin this moment.Before I could reason further, he lifted me slightly, setting me on the edge of the sink. My
Yas POV Two weeks. Two long, torturous weeks had passed since I last saw Dian, and every day since then had been a battle. Two weeks of pretending I could focus on my projects, my classes, my life, but the truth was, none of it mattered when my mind kept drifting back to him. My thighs still ached from that night- a soft, lingering throb that always caught me off guard. Every time I shifted in my chair, the memory hit me all over again. The way he had held me like he couldn’t get close enough, the way he had moved inside me with this slow, hungry certainty that made my whole body shake…God.I felt it even now.And his voice, so low and husky, whispered things he would probably never admit out loud. It told me truths I had spent months doubting.He hadn’t just wanted me.He also needed me.Just as badly as I needed him.That realization settled deep in my chest, loosening a tightness I didn’t realize I had been carrying. For once, I wasn’t guessing. I wasn’t wondering.
Dian POV Every fiber of me wanted to turn, walk right back into Yas room, to grab her face, crush her mouth to mine…But No.Not with Trina here.Not with last night’s mystery still dangling in my mind like a threat.I found Trina waiting in the living room. Arms crossed, with her signature f
Yas POV The second the door clicked behind Dian, the tension in the room reduced a bit.I didn’t move at first. I just sat there, still on the couch where he had found me, my thighs trembling and my breaths refusing to even out. My fingers were still wet and slick. The mirror held a memory of
Chapter 6Dian POV Trina’s voice cut through the air so sharply that, for a split second, I honestly thought my mind tricked me. It didn’t fit the moment at all, the heated, dangerous tension Yas and I had been sinking into. It was like someone threw cold water across my face. My heart paced
Yas Sunlight penetrated through the curtains. I stirred, my body heavy and entwined with Dian's, his arm draped possessively over my waist, his steady breaths warm against my neck. His cock, soft now but still thick regardless as it pressed against my thigh, a reminder of how deeply he had







