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“There, I kissed it better. See?”

“Please,” I beg again.

Do something more.

He lingers there, teasing, before finally running his tongue along my pussy lips. His cold mouth, still with the ice in it, gives my throbbing clit one single, electrifying flick. My body jerks in response, and my eyes nearly roll back as pleasure courses through me.

But, I mentally cuss him out when I feel his breath against my neck now, instead of where Ineedhim most.

God damn it.

Tonight is going to be a long night of teasing.

Chapter 15

AMELIA

I’m finally done with my last class for the evening. And excuse my French, but it’s been a long fucking day, one of those days where the exhaustion settles deep in your bones. The chatter of students in the hallway fades behind me as I stretch my arms, letting the tension roll off my shoulders.

Frankie falls in step beside me—she must have been waiting outside for my class to end. “Survived another Thursday,” she says, nudging me with her elbow.

“Barely. If Mr. Adams had one more thing to say about seam allowances, I might’ve thrown myself out the window.”

She chuckles and glances over with a grin. “So, you coming to the mansion tonight?”

For a moment, I’m tempted. It would be so much easier to go with her, but the longer this fight with Skye drags on, the worse I feel. I shake my head. “Not tonight. I’m heading back to the dorm to try and make up with Skye.”

“How’s that going?”

I sigh, guilt twisting in my chest. I’ve never really navigated friendships beyond the surface-level high school ones. Back then, it was simple—buy someone a plate of chili fries at the mall, toss in a Sims 4 gift card, and suddenly all was forgiven. “It’s been awkward. We haven’t talked much since the argument.”

We push through the doors to the outside, and Frankie gives me a sympathetic half-smile, the kind that saysI wish I could fix this for you.

“Skye’s dramatic, and yeah, I know that’s hypocritical coming from me… but she’s not going to kick you out of her life over one fight. You two will make up.”

“Hopefully.” I bite my lip.

“It’ll work out. I’m sure it will. Good luck, and call me if you need me!” Frankie pulls me into a quick hug before heading off in the opposite direction.

Sometimes I wish I had her confidence and optimism. How is she always so happy?

Once she’s gone, the quiet settles in, and I realize how dark it’s gotten. It’s usually not this dark when my last class lets out, but daylight savings kicks in this time of year.

I should’ve called for a student taxi. I’m starting to get freaked out. Me and the dark have never gotten along, thanks to all the horror movies I watch. That and my brain that comes up with a million and one scenarios that’ll probably never happen.

Then I see it—a shadow moving up ahead, darting behind a tree. I half-sigh, rolling my eyes. Does he seriously think he’s being stealthy or something? I can see him clear as day. Fine, I’ll let him think he’s a big, bad stalker for tonight.

I keep walking until I catch sight of the shadow again, and that’s when frustration bubbles up. Is it really necessary to follow me home like this? He couldn’t just, I don’t know, walk beside me like a normal human being? Annoyed, I pull out my phone and type a quick message.

Me: Nice try. Go home.

Almost immediately, my phone buzzes with a reply.

Blade: Go home? Who the hell did you mean to send that to?

I huff. Is he really playing this game right now? I’ve had back-to-back classes, and I’m tired.

Me: I’m walking home and you’re following me. I don’t need a shadow!

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