Page 55 of A Pretty Fixation

Caleb squeezes my waist, groaning, kissing me withimmense passion as if he’ll never have another chance.

“Fuck,” he grunts at my lips. “I want more. I wantall of you.”

I can only whimper in response.

Caleb grinds against me as he resumes kissing me.

I feel the straining of his cock at my pelvis, andit propels me to ease my legs apart.

Shrouded in carnal need, I trail my hands up hisfirm back, arching and rocking my hips beneath him.

He moves his hands down my body, and I don’t stophim when he slides them under my dress, caressing my thighs.

His touch on my skin could drive me mad. That andhis kiss might push me to an orgasm.

This is so wild.

We’re dry-fucking in public.

The urge to go to his dorm and let him have me isso intense. Perhaps I could…

Something shifts in my head, and a memory unlocks.It’s blurry, but I make out a boy standing by a door looking out. His sandyblonde strands are brighter in the rays of the sun as it outlines himperfectly.

There’s so much adoration as I watch him.

So much longing. I wish he’d turn and look at me.

Once.

“Caleb…” I call out to the memory, realizing he’sthe guy lying on top of me now. “Caleb.”

He eases up to look at me. “What’s wrong, baby?”

I push out from under him and rise, pressing myhand at my chest as I try to calm down.

“Jordyn?” He straightens to full height. “Whathappened? Did I do something?”

“No,” I breathe out. “I think…I remembered you.”

“What?” He sounds thrilled.

“It was blurry, but I’m sure it was you.” I reachout to glide my fingers through his silky hair, saying softly, “It was you.”

Caleb laughs short and grasps my hand. “Are youall right?”

“Yes.” I pull away to smooth out my dress and fixmy jacket. “Um, I can’t believe we were making out right here.”

He scoffs.

We’re quiet for a beat until he closes the smallspace between us and touches my arm. “Sure you’re all right?”

I nod. “I should head back to the dorm.”

He holds my hand as we start walking in thatdirection. Reaching the building soon after, Caleb turns me to face him beforeI enter.

“Call me when you get up. Are you going home?”

“Um, no. I have something to do. I’ll call youafter.”

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