CAMILLA RENÉE THURSDAY. He's scarcely touching me. I know he's deterring. Several grunts underneath his breath which he thinks are unheard. Illogical words which keep sounding like Fuck. Bloody hell. Sweet torture. But he's not letting loose. I want him to let loose. His shirt still glued to his chest is any indication that he doesn't want to. But why? He tugs my hands away when I try to fish his hair, I'm out of breath, but I don't want this to end. If it's all he's generous to give I'll take it. I want more. But I'll take what I reap. "The things I could teach you, the places I could reach, what I could do." He scuffs the tip of his tongue against the swell of my breasts, sending out ripples of pleasure through my entire body. His might stay on, but mine has been discarded. Shirt and bra. When did that ensue? No. Fucking. Clue. I fold and refold, gripping the sheets and gnawing my teeth against the corner of my mouth. "Sadly, I can't go more than this. As much as this will m

DYLAN EMERTONFRIDAYI've held twelve hours of pure bliss. Eliminating running into Harper after months of being away, I got to sleep with Camilla. Not sex. No fucking. Sleep. Having her cradled against my arms, breathing softly against my nose, I spent roughly half an hour monitoring her sleep.Then she stirred. I could've asked for more time and kept her in the bubble for longer, but as much as I longed for an escape within the walls of my apartment, far away from the world, it was ridiculous and inconceivable.So I discharged her from the bed. Losing contact spurred in my stomach and I cowered. She nipped my forehead, pulled the rest of her things and waddled away."I need you to know that I don't regret a thing that happened last night, I'm not indecisive anymore. I know what I want, it's you."I lowered my head, pinched against her forehead then pressed my lips against hers. Softly. Two seconds before I retracted. She bobbed her head and left.I knew Camilla enough to understand h

DYLAN EMERTONFRIDAY."What else did you do?"She drools the next few terms and then clears a breath."Dylan?""I'm here. I just need a minute."I inhale, drawing as much air in as I could."I hung back and watched the fight that day when instead I should've gotten my cycle and driven home..."MONTHS AGO.Harper took his first hit a minute into the fight. You can imagine how many hits the other guy has been getting since then. Harper moves like a skilled ninja.If I believed in superpowers or that shit, I would think had telepathy. He foresaw his opponent's moves.And the other guy was bulky. Harper was near twice his size, yet Harper didn't have a scratch on his face until some seconds ago, but the other guy?He had a broken nose and that arm will need serious icing. The strange part is that none of them had gone down yet. What's even stranger is how my eyes can't blink or look away. I'm that invested.When it started, I flinched twice, but since then I'm grinning. I have to bite my t

CAMILLA RENÉEFRIDAY."How fucked up do you reckon the outside world is now?" Dylan dissembles the subject for a few seconds."We've been in isolation for twelve hours give or take? I'd like roughly two per cent more."Simultaneously, we break into laughter."What do you expect to do after graduation? P. I or you're going to work for a firm?""Well Darlin, I like my space, so I don't think I'll be under any company. I'll freelance." A delicate smile jerks my lips."Don't you think it'll be stressful? Having all those limited resources?""I'm very resourceful."He soothes me, pressing several kisses on the side of my head."And you? What are you going to do?""Hospitals. I want to work in a hospital. I'll be able to reach and help more people that way.""But that's a long time from now, we still have three-plus years to go. A lot could occur""You'd expect to change career paths?"He taunts. I shrug both shoulders."No, I'm just striving to keep an open mind. I infer my house got destro

DYLAN EMERTONSATURDAY"You had her for two days, give or take! You couldn't allow me to spend a day with her!"I check the ID. it's unknown, but I recognize Miranda's voice. I'd figure out how she got my number later. "What are you talking about?" The more obvious question."Well, Camilla texted, "I had to run." I assume she's with you?"My brows knit together. "She isn't here."Standing up from the bed, I toss a T-shirt on, alarmed."How long was that text?""About three hours ago, I had to watch the movie. Now I can't reach her, and I called you to rant. You better not be fucking again!""Miranda slow down. I haven't seen Camilla since this morning.""Huh? But she texted me that...""Maybe she's at the dorm?""No. I called the landline there. No one answered."My heart skipped a pace."Dylan?""Wait a minute, Camilla never texts in full with me. Much less use words like "Run" Why am I just noticing this?"My heart jumped at another one."I think something happened." No shit. "Whe