Page 8 of Rockwell Academy: The Twist

“I saw Ali. He’s unpacking. Santi arrived earlier and is prowling around campus, checking out the new students.”

“Same old shit.” I roll my eyes and physically ache to ask where Cassie is and am rewarded when Jack sighs.

“Cassie is helping Imogen settle in.”

“Your friend?” I raise my eyes and he nods, a soft smile on his face.

“You’ll like Imogen. She’s cool. Not as outspoken as Cassie but a sweet soul who is smart on the inside and takes no shit.”

“Now I know why you are all friends.”

A door slams above us and my heart lurches when I hear a familiar voice call out, “Is anybody here?”

“Down here, Cass!” Jack yells and my heart beats frantically as I wait for a hungry glimpse of the one woman I have obsessed about during the holidays.

“You’ll never guess what, Jack.”

Her sweet voice wafts toward me like a love potion and as she descends the staircase, her eyes find mine instantly and the flash of desire that lights her eyes tells me everything I wanted to hear with no words spoken.

“Frankie.” Her soft smile hits me hard in the heart, and it’s as if Jack isn’t even here as I set my beer down on the counter.

“Good to see you, Angel.”

Her eyes shine with happiness and my heart physically aches as I restrain from storming over there and dragging her straight to my bed.

Jack falls silent and there’s a weariness in his expression that I don’t miss as Cassie coughs slightly and forces brightness into her voice.

“It appears that Imogen is your sister’s roomie.”

I raise my eyes and Jack chuckles softly.

“Well, what do you know?”

Cassie turns to me and attempts to disguise the hunger in her eyes as she whispers, “It’s good to see you, Frankie.”

“Same.”

I grasp the beer and offer her a drag.

“What, I don’t get one of my own?”

She raises her eyes and I shake my head. “We share.”

My gaze pierces her soul, reminding her who she belongs to, and Jack obviously takes the hint and says with resignation, “I’ll go and unpack. Catch you both later.”

We don’t break eye contact as he heads out of the room and as soon as the door closes, I nod to the beer.

“I’d put that down if I were you.”

“You just gave it to me.”

She raises her eyes and I shrug. “I’m having inappropriate thoughts about what I want to do to you with that bottle, so in your best interests you should do as I say.”

“Fuck.”

Her soft hiss and wild eyes are a sight I have sorely missed and as she wraps her lips around the bottle, my cock strains in my pants.

She takes a long gulp and tosses back her dark curly hair, her long graceful neck tipped back, begging for my mark.

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