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e had been buzzing in my pocket for hours, but I refused to look at it. I

ming up, and my brain was already leaking information. I needed peace. I needed to

library doors, the sky dec

, my thin sweater was soaked through, clinging to my skin. I pulled my bag over

Get in t

downpour. Silas's silver sports car pulled up to the curb, the wind

ere? I told you I was busy,"

. You're going to get sick. Get i

d the front of Silas's car, splashing a wave of dirty puddle water against his pristine silver pain

e," Killian growled,

e hair. The two men stood on the sidewalk, glaring at each other. The tension was so thick I coul

ed at Killian. "She needs a heater and a

open," Killian countered, his

ing more like an object than a human being. They weren

you. I'm not a prize. I'm not a trophy. I'm

Silas said, stepping toward

m walking. I'd rather be wet and alone than trapped

. I walked for ten minutes, my shoes squelching with every step. My teeth started to chatter, and

a shortcut to the dorms, when a pair of str

was out of pat

this time. He lifted me up and carried me

! Killian, I

rumbled. "You'r

behind the old maintenance building. He kicked the door open and set me down on a pile of

aid, pointing to my so

at?

ou stay in those wet clothes, you're going to get pneumo

ick, oversized shirt. I hesitated, but he was right. I was freezing. I peeled of

me and smelled exactly l

" I wh

st his heavy work pants. His chest was massive, covered in lots of tattoos that looke

re you

between his legs, my back pressed against his bare chest. He w

though I was starting to stop shiv

be resting,"

oof of the shed. It was a rhythmic, soothing sound. I felt his arms wrap around m

. But the movement didn't stop for long. His touch became slower, heavier.

..." I b

oaned. "Just l

. We were both fully clothed from the waist down, but the friction was enough to make my head swim

ed, stressed about my test, and yet I was leaning back into a man

whispered, his lips gra

fear and the anger were being washed away by a heavy, sleepy fog. His

, I inhaled deeply against his skin. My brows furrowed in my sleep. He smelled like woods

same smell as Pro

I could find the words. I fell into a deep, dreamless slumber,