The College Bad Boy's Target
All that was left was heat, Ryder’s words still pressing down, and me giving in anyway.
I shut my eyes, body trembling, letting the moment wash over me, letting them have what they came for. Letting myself break, just a little.
When it was over, I leaned into the desk, chest heaving, hair sticking to my forehead. The chat was still alive, a blur of God, yes, perfect, Ollie, I love you. Tips rained down like applause.
But all I could hear was his voice, again and again.
You’ll come to me first when you break.
And the worst part?
He was right.