Serpentine Desires

upright, let alone process what had just happened. Somehow, I survived the next half hour, though I could hardly recall the details. Judas had dismis

ting. As soon as we arrived, I bolted to my room without looking back. That night, I collapsed onto my bed in my partially

because someone didn't appear vulnerable didn't mean they weren't. There was no reason for him to pretend-no one wanted to feel help

me and then he wasn't. The man who sounded like poison and evil. Before I knew it, my heartbeat was accelerating. His eyes. His face. His chiselled jaw. His si

g, teasing, intense eyes haunted me. This was definitely not normal. I had known him for

played in my head. The feminine side of me admired his beauty, but the sane and rational side of me reminded me of all the l

eep. I needed to get him out of my head. But the more I tried, the stronger

uldn't ignore him, no matte

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ed and changed into a pair of black fleece leggings and a black sweater. Grabbing my books, I stuffed them into the bag with unnecessary t

er. Where was my lip gloss? Did I lose it again? Letting out a sigh, I grabbed my least favourite one and applied a decent layer be

breakfast, I started walking towards the university. It was not that far, just a few

hile I ignored the feeling of being followed. Maybe it was

eyes on me. Not to mention the lack of sleep. I couldn't sleep at night. During the day, I found myself drif

dorm where Alina couldn't stop dreaming about him. His presence was inescapable, suffocating. And after college, I had to face him. Our meetings were short, but they were enough to unra

t a residue, an invisible mark that seeped into my very being. I couldn't sleep after being near him, breathe properly, or know what was happening around the world. The world itself seemed to shrink

or him or any sort of activity that involved him without his clothes. This past week followed a routine. I'd help him dre

ad me tumbling back and almost landing on my buttocks before two hands moved my way and gr

pocket of his Olive jacket. He wore a white turtleneck sweater underneath. His white pants ma

into a grin. Breat

ng with the warmth of his voice. His eyes raked over me for a brie

my eyes and looked around the campus, taking in the quiet atmosphere of the early morn

teps echoed softly in the nearly empty corridor. There were hardly any students aro

e lightly with his shoulder. His familiar presence made me feel at eas

nds of hair that had fallen into my fa

his voice laced with con

adjusting the strap

mitted, running a hand through his hair

s it Friday today? Feeling pathetically bad,

were less than a few doors away from the library, he stopped. I instinctively f

etic smile. "I would love to, but... I have a part-time j

h a reassuring smile. "Or you can d

asking me out. I nodded with more force than inte

s were flapping their wings in my stomach, turned into a

cheeks. "Thanks," I murmured, ducki

d run a marathon. I could feel the heat rising to my face, painting my cheeks red. How did he alway

how flustered I was. Ju

s pockets, but what caught my attention was the red that painted his neck a

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