บททั้งหมดของ Feral Attraction : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

EARLY FALL 2022Senior year disappeared the way sunsets did, slowly at first, then all at once.One moment we were buried under college applications, personal essays, late-night study sessions, and deadlines that seemed to multiply every week. Next, we were standing in formal clothes at prom, laughing like time wasn’t already slipping through our fingers. Finals came in a blur of exhaustion and adrenaline, and graduation followed before I truly understood that high school was ending for good.My parents cried. Milo’s parents did too. There were pictures, hugs that lingered longer than usual, and that strange mix of pride and grief that came with watching something familiar end while something new waited just ahead.And then suddenly, we were at the airport, catching a flight to the capital city Salem.I stood beside Milo in the departure terminal with my backpack slung over one shoulder, my carry-on rolling behind me, heart beating too fast for my chest. We were really doing this. Lea

The moment the door clicked shut behind us, and the world outside disappeared.Before I even thought about it, my hands were already on Gal’s waist, pulling her against me. The familiarity of her scent, the softness of her body fitting perfectly into mine, made something warm rush through my chest.I kissed her deeply, hungrily. Like I had been waiting all day for this moment. Because I had.She gasped softly against my mouth, her fingers sliding up the back of my neck, pulling me even closer.“I can’t believe we’re finally on our own,” I whispered against her lips. My heart beat hard, half excitement, half relief. “I can finally do everything I’ve always imagined doing with you.”She tilted her head, exposing the curve of her throat without even realizing it. I leaned down and pressed slow kisses along her skin, feeling her shiver beneath my mouth.“Hmmm…” she breathed, teasing, playful. “Looks like someone has a plan.”I lifted my head, and the spark in her eyes nearly undid me.“Wh

We stayed locked together for a long, breathless moment, our foreheads pressed together, hearts hammering a frantic, shared rhythm. When we finally disengaged, I kissed her, hard, pouring everything I couldn’t yet say into the press of my lips against hers.I broke the kiss, breathing the words into the space between our mouths. “You know I love you right? This is not just about sex for me.”Her eyes, dark and soft, held mine without a flicker of doubt. “Yes,” she whispered, her palms coming up to cradle my face. Her touch was a balm. “I know and I love you too, Milo, my Mr. Beast.”We both giggled, the silly nickname dissolving the last of the primal intensity into something warm and giddy. We took a last rinse under the tepid spray, our hands finding each other’s again, fingers lacing. It was a quiet communion.I guided her out of the stall, wrapping a thick, soft towel around her shoulders before grabbing one for myself. We dried each other slowly, me kneeling to pat the droplets f

By Friday morning, the campus was already alive when Milo and I stepped out of the dormitory together. We headed to Lambert hall.Orientation started at nine on the dot.It was shorter this time, and everything wrapped up at exactly twelve noon.When they dismissed us, everyone flocked out of Lambert Hall in one big wave. Milo gently tugged my hand to make sure we didn’t get swallowed by the crowd.“Let’s get our ID tags before this whole place turns into a human traffic jam,” he said.“I’m with you on that.”We walked to the administrative block, joined a moderate line, and collected our freshly printed Knowledge Hills University ID cards. Mine had a surprisingly good picture. Milo’s picture looked like he had been caught mid-breath.He stared at his. “Why do I look like I’m startled?”“Because you were. The camera flashed before you were ready.”He scowled dramatically. “This is injustice.”I laughed and bumped my shoulder against his.Once we finished the last batch of forms and co

The air was still warm and damp from our shared bath, tasting of steam and the lavender soap we’d used. I stretched out on the cool cotton sheets, the last droplets of water from my hair making tiny, dark stars on the fabric. The only light came from the handful of candles I’d placed around the room, their flames dancing and throwing long, seductive shadows up the walls.My skin hummed, sensitive and alive.I turned my head on the pillow, finding him. Milo stood by the bed, a dark silhouette against the warmer dark of the room, the bottle of aromatic oil in his hand catching the light. I beckoned him with just a look, a slow, deliberate closing and opening of my eyes. My smile was a secret I was giving him permission to know.He didn’t need words. He knelt on the mattress, the dip of his weight rolling me gently toward him. The pop of the bottle’s cap was loud in the quiet. The scent of sandalwood and orange blossom bloomed between us, rich and heady.“Come here,” I murmured, my voice