Page 4 of Primal God

And that night?

That night I have another sex dream starring Dr. Dimitri Santos that leaves me aching when I wake up the next morning.

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Lilith

The day drags and I debate skipping my last class so I can nap before I see João. I don’t, though, because I don’t want to pick up bad habits that so many of my classmates have. Besides, I love my English Lit class.

João texts when class is almost over.

João

I’m parked outside your building.

You’re a bit early, aren’t you?

I need to swing by the house before we go to the party.

I’m not going to point out that your plan of action doesn’t make sense. Why didn’t you get what you needed from your house before you left?

Randall texted and asked me to bring weed. I need to grab my stash.

I groan under my breath. Great. He’s planning on getting high on top of getting wasted. Just how I wanted to spend my night.

Are you sure that’s smart? We have classes tomorrow.

It’ll be fine. Besides, I already told him I’d bring some.

So once you’re ready, we’ll run out to the house. Mom is cooking, so we can eat and then head to the frat house. Maybe finish what we started last night.

Guilt slashes through me, because Ifinishedlast night courtesy of the dream I had. The dream about Dr. Santos.

Okay. See you soon.

When class is over, I hurry across campus to my dorm.

João is in his car and leans out, yelling, “Wear that sexy black dress I love.”

I grin, because he’s right. My black dress does make me look and feel sexy. I hurry to my dorm room, tossing my books on my bed. I wish I had time to shower, but João won’t want to wait that long. A quick sniff of my pits reassures me I don’t stink, so I swipe on some deodorant and change into the black dress.

It has a sweetheart neckline that makes my boobs look freaking great. It’s cut just above my knees, so it’s not indecent or anything. Definitely as short as I’m willing to wear, but, god, do I love it. And it’s the only dress that I own that makes mycurves look sexy. It’s like a magical black dress. Since we’re going to be out for a while, I wear strappy black sandals. I grab my make-up bag and shove it into my tote bag. My hair is in a braid, so I undo it, letting my hair hang in long waves. After a spritz of perfume, I’m out the door.

João whistles when I slide into his passenger’s seat.

“Damn. You look good, babe.”

“Thanks.”

He rests his hand on my thigh as we drive. It takes a bit longer than normal to get out of the city since we hit Dallas rush hour traffic, but before long, we’re cruising down the country road to his house, music blaring.

João turns down the volume and glances at me. “I hope my parents aren’t fighting when we get to the house.”

He doesn’t talk about it often, but his parents have been arguing a lot since the twins were born.

“Did something happen this morning?”

“No, butMãewas ranting to herself after Dad left for work. That usually means she’s going to pick a fight with him.”

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