Page 7 of Sinful Touch

I turn and look at Chad. He hands me a piece of paper, and I take it without saying anything. I look down and see his number on it

“Text me with a time we can meet, Lil,” Chad says to me, his voice not as annoyed, but it is still there. He doesn’t want my help, and if I am being honest, I don't want to help him either.

“Liliana” Jax corrects him, his tone is low and annoyed.

My heart races as I continue to look down at the piece of paper in my hand.

“My bad. Text me with time, Liliana,” Chad says calmly but with irritation in his voice.

Great, just great.

I don't need any enemies. I just want to get through my first term, nice and easy. That is all. I don't want any type of attention, and I definitely don’t want the other students to have a reason to stare at me or talk about me. I got enough of that from high school and my mother to last me a lifetime.

“Okay, I will,” I say softly.

I finally look up from the paper. Chad turns around and quickly makes his way up the stairs towards the exit.

As soon as he does, Jax steps in front of me, taking my attention, but it isn’t that hard. He always has my attention.

“Let me know if you have any problems with him, okay, Lil?” Jax asks but demands at the same time.

I nod and go to turn, but once again, he grabs my arm, but this time, he pulls me against his hard chest; I nervously look up into his eyes which are now rapidly searching mine.

“Thank you,” He whispers.

His green eyes stare into me, making my heart stop. “For what?” I ask, wanting to hear him speak again.

“Saying you will help him,” He says calmly.

“Not a big deal,” I say, shaking my head.

He nods, but I can’t tell if it is to me or himself.

He releases his grip on my arm and takes a step back, taking his warmth and forest smell with him.

Oh boy.

Chad told me to text him so I did.

It took him a while to respond, but he agreed to meet me at the library.

I sit back in my seat as I look down at my phone.

I have 15 unread text messages from my mother, and I am not ready to talk to her just yet. The last conversation we had was about me not wearing the right clothes. Even now, she is trying to control me, and the more she tries, the more I want to run.

But I know I wouldn’t get far; I am her lifeline, as she likes to put it. Her lifeline to a better life. I don't know how we have gotten to this point, but she has been like this my entire life; I shouldn't be surprised that nothing has changed just because I am in college now.

I have been away from home for only about 2 weeks, and she is acting like she needs to run my life from 3,000 miles away.

I am fine, but she doesn’t listen. She never listens to me.

I take in a deep breath as I reach over and pull out my notebooks. I lean back against the chair and look towards the library's front doors and in walks Chad.

His backpack hangs on one shoulder, his hair is messy, and he is wearing white vans and dark blue ripped jeans.

I can see why the girls flock to him; he is a sight to behold.

He locks eyes with me as he starts to make his way over to me.

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