All Chapters of His father’s obsession with me : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Aurora’s POVThe next day I woke up with him as the first thing in my mind. Smith. That arrogant, infuriating senior who had pulled me from the pool, kissed me (or whatever that was), and then acted like I owed him the world. His intense dark eyes, the way water had glistened on his abs during the swim, the feel of his strong arms catching me in the library of my thoughts overnight—it all refused to fade. I groaned, pressing my pillow over my face. I need to erase him. Completely. He was trouble, the campus king who thrived on attention and humiliation games. I had my own path here at Crestwood, far from whatever drama he brought. The new coastal estate back home, with its peaceful ocean views and my siblings’ laughter, felt like a safer anchor. I couldn’t let some guy derail my smooth college start.I dragged myself out of bed, showered quickly, and threw on a simple white blouse and jeans. Mia was still snoring softly on her side of our spacious dorm. She’d been a surprisingly good

Aurora’s POVThe next day, I dragged myself to class with a head full of conflicting thoughts. Sunlight danced across the campus paths as I walked from the dorm, but my mind was anywhere but on the lectures ahead. I couldn’t stop thinking about Smith since yesterday—the way his hand had rested on my waist at the party, the blue dress swirling around me under the lights, the strange spark I felt when he looked at me. It was infuriating. He was supposed to be the enemy, the arrogant senior who’d made my first week hell. Yet there I was, replaying the night like some lovesick fool. I needed to thank him properly for the dress, the night out, whatever “peace” he was offering… and then ignore him completely. Cut it off before it got more complicated.But first, something better. I couldn’t wait to ask Mom for Theo’s number. The old baby picture on my desk had been staring at me again this morning, that familiar little face tugging at something in my chest. Kael’s son was right here on camp

Smith’s POVYes, of course I wanted to hurt her. That had been the plan from the beginning—make the fiery freshman fall for me, then drop her hard. Public humiliation to teach her a lesson after she snapped at me that first day with the motorcycle. Mark and the guys had hyped it up. Cassie had gone along with her jealousy fueling the fire. It should have been easy. Satisfying.But now, alone in my room after practice, everything felt twisted. I picked up the jacket I’d given her earlier, the one she’d left folded on my bike like a quiet rejection. I hugged it tightly, burying my face in the fabric. Her scent lingered—soft, warm, with a hint of something fresh like the sea breeze. Every time I thought of her, this strange sadness crept in. I couldn’t name it. Regret? Wanting? Something that made my chest tight and my usual confidence slip.I just wanted to be around her. Not to break her, but to see that spark in her eyes again, to hear her voice, to protect her from the bullshit I’d s

Aurora’s POVI woke up gasping softly, my throat dry and aching. The clock glowed 3:07 AM in the darkness of Smith’s bedroom. My body felt restless, skin warm under the sheets, heart already picking up that familiar frantic rhythm. I couldn’t stay in bed any longer. I needed water… and maybe a moment away from the intoxicating scent of him that clung to everything.I unlocked the door quietly and slipped out, wearing nothing but his oversized t-shirt. The soft fabric brushed against my bare thighs with every step, reminding me constantly that I was in his space, wrapped in his clothes. The living room was dimly lit by a single lamp. There he was—Smith—sleeping like a baby on the couch. One muscular arm draped over his eyes, the thin blanket pooled low around his hips, revealing the sculpted lines of his bare chest and abs. His breathing was deep and even, lips slightly parted. God, he looked beautiful. Peaceful. Tempting. My pulse quickened as I stared a second too long, heat pooling

Aurora’s POVMia left early the next morning for a sudden family trip back home, hugging me quickly at the dorm door with her usual blunt advice. “Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone. Especially not with him.” She winked but there was real concern in her eyes. I smiled and waved her off, promising to be careful. The truth was, I had no intention of being careful anymore. Not after yesterday’s confession at the overlook, not after that heated, romantic kiss that still made my lips tingle.The dorm felt quieter without her. Spacious for just one person now. I spent the day in classes, my body buzzing with anticipation every time my phone lit up with a text from Smith. Simple messages—Thinking about you in my shirt last night, Can’t wait to see you later—each one sending warmth spreading through me. By evening, I was a bundle of nerves and desire. I showered, slipped into a soft oversized sweater and shorts, and waited.A knock sounded at the door just after sunset. My heart leaped.