Tatiana Henry, 19 years old..."Ugh! Dammit!" I cried and threw my pen across the room."Ms. Henry!" my Chemistry professor gasped and then glared at me. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as the class turned to stare at me. I hadn't meant to swear out loud, but I couldn't help it. The frustration was too much to contain.I had been struggling with the assignment for hours, trying to balance the chemical equation and failing miserably. My professor had given me an extra day to complete it, but even with the extra time, I couldn't seem to figure it out.I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. I glanced around the classroom, feeling like everyone was judging me. Then, I saw him.Hunter Brooks, the star student of our class, was sitting in the front row, his eyes locked on me with a mixture of amusement and pity. I could feel my face turning even redder."Ms. Henry, is there a problem?" My professor's voice broke through my embarrassment."No, no problem," I stuttered, try

TatianaGosh. I couldn't believe Hunter arrogantly announced he would make me his. Who does that!?Well, good luck to him because I was not interested in a guy like him.But...I had to admit, today, he helped me out a lot. The way he explained every problem and equation made it so much easier to understand Chemistry. He really knew his stuff, and it was kind of a turn-on...Turn on? What am I thinking? Hunter Brooks didn't turn me on!I found myself in a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts as I thought about Hunter. It didn't help that he was annoyingly good looking. He just wore a basic t-shirt and jeans today, and yet, I couldn't stop stealing glances at his body. Something was seriously wrong with me today."He helps me with Chemistry, and suddenly it's a turn-on? No way," I mumbled to myself, attempting to dismiss the thought. Yet, the undeniable truth lingered in my mind.The idea of being "made his" still irked me, so I decided to turn him down no matter what happens.But it turne

Tatiana"Hunter, that idiot..." I muttered as I eyed the box and its contents in front of me. How could he think it was funny to send me a damn vibrator!? Moron!"Tatiana?" I gasped and hid the box under my pillow as my roommate suddenly appeared at my door."Wha...what is it, Emily?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.She looked at me suspiciously. "Why are you so jumpy? I just came here to tell you that I am going to my parents' house. I will spend the night there.""Oh...um...great. I am happy for you, Emily," I stammered, hoping she would leave soon.She lingered a moment longer, her gaze lingering on my disheveled appearance and flushed cheeks. I couldn't meet her eyes, afraid she would somehow see through my façade."Well, have fun with whatever you're doing tonight," she said finally."Thanks. You too," I replied, relieved when she finally left the room.As soon as the door closed behind her, I flung myself onto my bed and buried my face in my hands. Ugh! Why did I let myself

Tatiana I shivered as Hunter's fingers brushed against mine. "Do you mind if I hold your hand?" Hunter leaned in and asked. "Whoa...Mr. Stalker is asking for permission to hold my hand?" I feigned shock. He gave me a toothy grin. "Hey, I am not that bad. I am actually a gentleman once you get to know me." "Mhm, I hardly doubt that," I scoffed. "So...can I?" he asked and looked at me with a hopeful expression. "You may hold my hands. But only for thirty seconds," I declared. Hunter grabbed my hand immediately. As Hunter clasped my hand, a jolt of warmth shot through me, contrasting with the cool breeze that rustled the leaves around us. I couldn't deny the electricity that seemed to dance between our intertwined fingers. "Thirty seconds? That's all I get?" Hunter raised an eyebrow, his playful smirk never fading. I shot him a sly grin. "Well, Mr. Stalker, I have to set boundaries. Can't have you getting too comfortable, now can I?" He chuckled, the sound vibrating through ou

TatianaI don't know why I was kissing him after I resisted him so much, but I didn't feel any regret doing it. As I pulled away from the kiss, I couldn't help but smile at the irony of the situation. Here we were, in a hospital room, surrounded by medical equipment, and we were sharing a tender moment that made the whole environment seem like a dream.But the reality of the situation was far from ideal. Hunter wasn't a hundred percent better, and his recovery was far from guaranteed. He was weak, and I could see the pain in his eyes, even when he wasn't in physical discomfort."I am already regretting kissing you," I whispered, my voice low and barely audible.Hunter smiled with his eyes. "You are lying," he managed to utter. And despite the gravity of the situation, I couldn't help but feel a warmth in my chest as I looked at him.We sat in silence for a while, holding hands."Should I call your mom?" I suddenly realized his family may not know about this yet."Nah," Hunter said d