Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
The next morning, I wake to coconut and vanilla in my nostrils. As I inhale deeply through my nose, the events from the night before come crashing down on me. Popping my eyes open, I find Lily, her big baby blues are open, and she’s staring up at me with wonder in her eyes. Her hands trace over my chest, and even though there is fabric between my skin and her fingertips, it feels like they’re burning through my skin, reaching deep inside me and tugging at the fragile remains of my heart.
“I’m sorry if I woke you, and for…” She pulls her hand back, and I want to tell her it’s fine if she touches me, but it isn’t. She’s a student. I’m the Dean. We shouldn’t be sharing the same house, let alone the same bed.
“It’s okay, don’t apologize. We’re just… friends? Okay? We need boundaries. No sex. No kissing.” My jaw aches as I say the words because deep down even if I don’t want to admit it, I want all those things with her. The kissing, the sex, and every single thing in between.
Lily’s creamy white cheeks, tint pink as I speak, “Of course. No sex. No kissing. Friends. Nothing more, nothing less.”
She smiles at me, her perfectly straight white teeth appearing from behind her pink lips. Lips I wouldn’t mind kissing right now. Fuck. My cock is hardening as we speak. Untangling myself from her, I tug my shirt down as if the fabric would be long enough to cover my growing erection. Idiot. At least I’m wearing clothes. Lily’s eyes brighten as they move over me, inspecting my torso as if something is going to stick out to her.
“So, ahh, yeah.” I get out of the bed and stand. Squeezing at the tight muscles of my neck, I say, “Let’s have some breakfast, shower and then we can go and get the rest of your stuff from the dorms. Do you think your roommate has it all packed up?”
Lily nods, “Yeah Delilah is a bit OCD so she most likely has the room sparkling clean and all my shit stacked up on my bed.”
“Good.” There’s a tense pause between us. It’s not awkward, not really. It’s just strange for me to wake up with a woman in my arms, even stranger for it to be a woman that I know I’ll never have. “I’ll go start breakfast. You can shower first.”
Leaving the room before I end up saying something stupid, I head into the kitchen to make breakfast. Pulling out the eggs, cheese, and ham, I settle on making ham and cheese omelets. I also get the coffee pot going, because what is life without coffee.
A few minutes later, I have two steaming plates of cheesy, eggy, ham goodness. Placing the plates on the breakfast nook table, I walk back down the hall and toward my bedroom. I don’t even think to knock before entering, thinking she must still be in the bathroom. However, I’m wrong, so wrong.
Entering the bedroom, I stop just over the threshold, the saliva in my mouth turning to glue, and my cock coming to stand at attention at the sight of a clean Lily standing in nothing more than a towel in my bedroom.
She glances up at me, her eyes darkening as if she has forgotten our agreement from just a short time ago. Strands of blonde hair stick to her shoulders, and water droplets glisten as they slide down the valley between her breasts, which are hidden beneath that stupid towel. I want to lick those drops off her skin, taste her, feast on her until she’s nothing but a withering mess of arousal and need.
“Sebastian.” Her perfect mouth opens, those lips of hers part slowly, and I can hear her saying my name, but I can’t break my gaze. I can feel the need for her deep down in my gut. It twists and turns, digging its thorns into my stomach. Somehow, the hold she has on me snaps, and I force my gaze to the floor, my hands forming into tight fists.
This hold she has on me is both dangerous and intoxicating. It terrifies me and excites me all at once.
“I’m sorry. I should’ve knocked.”
“No, it’s okay,” she mumbles, and slowly, I lift my gaze starting at her feet and moving upward, stopping to take note of the heat in her beautiful eyes. No, Lily, no. One of us has to be strong, and that person’s not going to be me.
“It’s not. I’ll be sure to knock next time.”
She nods her head as if she understands and I turn and walk out of the room, closing the door behind me, my stiff dick making it hard to walk. How the fuck am I going to do this? How am I going to live in a house with the one person I want, that I cannot fucking have?