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I chuckle. "Yeah, those are over." Even thinking about ending our study sessions causes a pain in my chest. While we didn’t do anything wrong, we truly got closer during those days.

"What about our night sessions?" He crowds into my space again and lowers his voice, "And you know exactly what I'm talking about. Our sessions when I get to see your gorgeous naked body on display for me. You, touching yourself, getting off to me. The way you look so good doing exactly what I say. Fuck, Oliver. You're so good at taking directions. So fucking good for me." A whimper falls from my lips as Ronan gets closer, one of his hands landing on my hip. "God, I was right. Those freckles look so damn sexy when you blush. I’d love to get my hands on you."

"Me too." He pulls me back against his body and cants his hips, grinding his rock-hard erection into mine. His pupils dilate and his breathing picks up as his fingers twitch against my back. He’s trying to restrain himself from doing more and as much as I love seeing the restraint, I also wish he would lose control, even just for a minute.

"Okay, I'm going to leave now, because if I stay, I can't promise we wouldn't end up naked in this room, and I don't think either of us wants to get caught with our pants down."

"Yeah, good idea.”

I watch as Ronan offers me a shy smile, then grabs his backpack and leaves the room. My eyes follow him until the door clicks shut behind him. I have no idea what I'm doing, but I know I’m not going to stop.

Chapter Twelve

Ronan

After leaving Oliver's class, I stop by the gym and work out for an hour with Asher. When we finish, we talk about Noah, both of us worried about how he's been behaving lately. I know Asher will talk to him, so I know Noah is in good hands. Asher would hurt himself before letting anything harm Noah.

I leave the gym and head toward Brewz to get an iced coffee. If there’s one thing in this world I couldn't live without, it’s coffee.

My thoughts are on Oliver the entire day. The way he loves when I praise him, the way his body easily leans into mine. He may be more stern in the classroom, but I can guarantee it would be different in the bedroom. I can only hope we make it to that point. I would love to see how wild he could get, to see him let loose and learn more about himself.

I grab my coffee from the barista and head down toward the beach. Slipping off my shoes, I find a huge rock on the sand, and plop down, staring out into the horizon. I love coming here when I need some time to myself. It's a great place to sit and think.

There's so much I don't know about Oliver that I want to learn. More about why he chose to move here, about his relationship with his ex. About how he can be so confident in the classroom, but seems so innocent when it comes to anything sexual.

I know he said we can't do anything until I’m no longer his student, but damn, I already know the next few weeks are going to drag by so slowly. The only way I know of to communicate with him is either by email—which we can't use because it's the school email—or on the FAN-tasy site.

Oh shit, FAN-tasy. I wonder if he's going to try to log on tonight.

Chugging the rest of my coffee, I grab my shoes and head back down the sand. Once I reach the sidewalk, I put my shoes back on and toss my empty cup into the trash. If he's going to log into the cam site, I want to make sure I'm there ready and waiting. Preferably naked.

I race home quickly, running up to my room, bypassing each of my roommates on the way. I yell out a quick, ‘Hi. I'll be in my room,’ as I make my way up the stairs. I shower and change before making my way to bed. Wanting to see him up close hopefully, I decide to not use the tripod, and to keep my phone in my hand. I log into my account and not even five minutes later, his user name pops up on the screen.

"Were you sitting around waiting for me to log in?" I ask, angling the camera so my entire face takes up the screen.

"I'm not going to answer that." He laughs, and I already know he was as anxious as I was.

"Seriously, were you waiting long?"

"No. I would log in and if you weren't on, I would log back off." His face takes up most of his screen, but I can see some of the background behind him. It's different from the last time.

"Where are you?" I ask, moving my head from side to side as though I can see around him.

"I'm at home." He rubs the back of his neck before smirking. "In my bed, actually."

"Oh fuck, Oliver. Now I'm imagining you in bed. What are you wearing?"

His phone pans down his body, showing that he's completely naked.

"You've been waiting in your bed—naked—for me?" His face turns a deep, cherry red and I chuckle, loving how shy he gets for me. "So, I have an idea if you're up for it?"

"Sure."

"How would you feel if we exchanged phone numbers? Then we wouldn't have to do this every time? We could also text. That way, we don't risk anything."

"Okay," he replies right away, without a second thought.

"Yeah?"

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