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E L E V E N

EVA. Emerson's eyes remain on me, his finger tapping against the table as I make my way towards Aliya and grab the seat next to her, throwing my bag to the side. "Done with your staring competition?" She lifts her eyes from the face mirror to meet my gaze and I shake my head, staring at her red lipgloss. "Why are you applying lipgloss?" I ask her and she raises her shoulder, "To look good. I care about my appearance on the first day, babe. " "You already look good. " I clarify. She grins as she shuts the mirror and throws it inside her bag before saying, "Nothing wrong with trying to look perfect, Evie. You never know what's coming to you. " "You're insane. " I chuckle with a shake of my head just as the professor walks in, in a perfectly ironed suit with a scowl on his face. The room is filled with decent students occupying the seats&

T W E L V E

EVA. There are five of them: Three guys and two ladies. I recognize one of them as Jaxon, one of Emerson's long time friends. How could he have made friends so soon? "Will you keep staring at us, or will you move from that door?" The redhead by his side hisses and I scoff. "I don't think we've met before. I'm not sure what Ford told you, but this is my fucking place and you don't get to speak to me that way. " I snap and there are loud whistles and laughs from the boys. The redhead looks around before meeting my eyes again, a frown pressed to her face. I have a feeling she doesn't fancy me too much, and judging by the way Emerson snickers next to her; the fucker must have said something. "This is his place too, bitch. " She cusses and dramatic gasps follow her words. I clench my hands into fists as I keep my eyes on h

T H I R T E E N

EVA. "Where's your roommate?" Aliya asks as she peeps behind me and I roll my eyes, leaving her by the door to walk inside the house, the sound of her chuckle trailing behind me. "Are you ready?" She asks and I nod. "Yeah, I just need to grab my phone. " I motion for her to sit on the couch while I walk to my room. I throw my phone in my clutch and shut my door behind me, stopping at the sight of his. I shake the thought off my mind before it grows out of control and strides back to the living room to see Aliya settled on the couch. "I'm ready. " I tell her and she raises her head, her eyes moving across my body. A smile climbs on her face as she moves from the couch and stalks towards me in tiny steps. "Can I see your room before we—" "No. Out. Now. " I point to the door and she huffs before he

F O U R T E E N

EMERSON. Her juices coat my fingers, and her chest rises and falls in rapid beats. Sweats cover her brows and forehead, and the shadow cast through the window makes the skin glint in the darkness of the car. Her hair sticks to her cheek and I reach out to tuck it from her face, pressing my lower body against her core. In this position with her beneath me, I know fucking her once wouldn't be it. Whatever has caused my sudden obsession with her body from that night, it's something I have to do repeatedly to get over. "What proposition?" Carson asks, her voice coming out rough and I increase the pressure on her nipples, basking in the way she pushes barely closer. "It's obvious another fuck won't cut this, so let's make a deal. A sort of arrangement. " "No. " She's quick to say and I laugh. "Do you know what I'm about to say?" "I'm not dumb. And no, I'm not m

F I F T E E N

EVA. "My head hurts so fucking much. " Aliya complains, holding her head in her hands as I slide her cup towards her. I laugh and lift the cup to my lips, taking a sip before looking back at Aliya's squeamish face. "You drank too much. " I tell her and she lifts her head to me, a frown crossing her lips. "Why didn't you stop me?" She complains with a pout before dropping her hand to the coffee in front of her and I scoff, saying, "Stop you? I don't remember you being a kid, Aliya. " "I know that, mom, " she jokes and I throw her the middle finger, earning a laugh from her. I chuckle and shake my head as I stare down at my wrist. "We have to leave soon. Finish your coffee. " I nod towards the cup in front of her and she nods. "I didn't do anything stupid last night, did I?" She asks and knowing this is my chance to tease her, I sm

S I X T E E N

EVA. "What are you doing?" I whisper when he pinches his lips to my neck and move his hand from my throat to my waist. "Emerson–" I try again when he gives no response, trying to veer around in his arms but he hums against the skin of my neck and keeps me still. "No, don't move. Stay like this. " He mumbles, his lips making contact with my earlobe and sending a shiver down my spine. "I can't see you. " I cover my hands with his and try to move out of the cage he has me in, but Ford doesn't yield. "I didn't realize you love the sight of my face so much, Carson. " His deep chuckle vibrates through me as he says those words and I roll my eyes, almost tempted to push back against him. "That's not it. " I offer silently and there's no response from him. My heart races in my chest when Emerson moves away, seizing his

S E V E N T E E N

EVA. "The fuck is wrong with you?" He bellows as he moves to his feet and I take my eyes from his lower body to his face covered with an angry expression. "You were cuddling me. " I complain as I extend my hand to grab my sweater from the carpet when Emerson's gaze gets too overbearing. "Cuddling you?" He scoffs as I throw the material over my head and raise to my feet with a smirk covering my face. "Yes, Ford. You had your arms wrapped around me and your head on my chest. What the fuck do you think I was gonna do? Let you stay there?" "I wasn't cuddling you. " He argues, moving towards me to grab his shirt. "Even if I was. We just had sex, Carson. You think a cuddle means anything compared to sex?" "A cuddle is intimate and intimacy is the last thing I want to have with you. " I tell him, and he cocks his head, his famous smirk appearing on his face. "And why's

E I G H T E E N

EVA. I take one last glance at my body before walking inside the restaurant. My gaze moves across the room as I search for a blonde head and it doesn't take long to find him waving at me from his booth. "I didn't think you would show up. " Dan smiles as I slide in the booth, taking the seat across him and I give a small laugh. "Why not? I did say I'll be here. " "I know, " he nods. "But I was having doubts. My friend will be here, is that okay with you?" "The more, the merrier. " I confirm and Dan cackles before calling for order. The woman takes Dan's order of two beers while I go with a vodka soda. "Just soda? You sure you don't want a beer?" Dan asks as the woman walks away. "I am. Why? Does that sabotage your plan to get me drunk?" I raise my brows teasingly at h

N I N E T E E N

EVA. "Are you okay?" Dan asks as I take my seat and I nod with an assuring smile. "I am. " Dan responds with one of his before turning to Noel to continue their conversation, and my eyes move behind him to see the booth empty. He left. And my lips still tingle from his earlier sudden kiss. "What's on your mind?" Dan's voice pulls me out of my thoughts and I drop my gaze to see him leaning forward. "Stuff. " I shrug and he hums. "Does that stuff includes how hot Dan is and how you can't wait to get your hands on him?" He lifts his brows with a mischievous smile on his face. "So fucking far from it. " I emphasize the words and Dan wears a hurtful expression. "So you mean you don't want to follow me to my place after this?" I lean towards him. "I don't want to come with you to your place after this. "

T W E N T Y

EVA. Emerson doesn't leave and he doesn't pull away. He continues to give gentle pats to my back with my head hanging on his shoulder. He doesn't say anything either, and I've never appreciated his silence as much as I do now. He lets me feel everything I need to feel with his embrace giving me the comfort I didn't know I would find in anyone. Especially not him. "I'm done. " I whisper, pulling away from his embrace. Emerson meets my eyes and I give him a small smile as I lift my hand to my face, to wipe my tears– trying not to make myself more pathetic than I already look before him. Emerson surprises me by lifting his hand with mine. Each harsh swipe of my fingers across my wet cheeks, gives a soothing, slow stroke of his. I meet his eyes and they are closed off once more. I can't detect what he's thinking— or feeling. He's back to the Emerson Ford I know.

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