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“Oh, I’m sure it will.” He grins like the devil, leaning in to kiss me again. This time, he’s slow and gentle, like he’s making me a promise.
When Hayden finally steps back, my knees feel like jelly.
Grabbing his bag, looking completely unfazed, like he hasn’t just ruined my life, he says, “Bye, babe.”
With that, he walks past me, opens the door, and vanishes.
Stunned, panting, and furious, I feel the weight of what just happened between us. I could’ve never imagined I’d have a guy give me the best hand job of my life in a library.
People are walking around outside, studying, or jotting down notes while Iletmy student invade me. I want to curse Hayden but he’s left me feeling so, so good that I can’t even muster up my anger right now.
Well, I’m fully and utterly screwed.
10
Liam
I take a sip of coffee, enjoying a quiet moment in my apartment. For once, my neighbors are taking a break from being noisy, allowing me to get some work done.
As I look through a research paper, I decide to take a look at some of the results from an experiment I recorded in my notebook earlier.
Putting my mug down, I get to my feet and grab my backpack.
For a whole minute, I rifle through my stack of books and random sheets of formulas and equations, unable to find the notebook I need. “Where the hell is it?” I groan, turning the backpack upside down and shaking everything out.
I stare at the bits of paper and pens that have fallen on the bed, my frustration rising. The notebook I use to record the results and calculations from all my experiments is still missing.
My heart pounds with fear and agitation. If I can’t find the notebook, I’ll lose weeks of hard work.
I’m usually careful with my things. There’s no way I’ll leave my notebook somewhere and forget about it.
Did someone take it by mistake?I wonder. The notebook is a standard A4-sized pad that many students use in the university. There’s a chance someone picked it up thinking it belonged to them.
At least, my name is on it, I think, hoping whoever has taken the notebook will return it to me.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, distracting me. Taking it out, I see there’s a new text from Hayden.
Missing something, babe? – Hayden.
I stare at the text. How does he know I’m missing my notebook?
Instinctively, I glance around my tiny apartment, wondering if he’s somehow here and watching me from behind the refrigerator or something.
It’s a moment before I realize Hayden’s the culprit who stole my notebook.
If you want your notebook back, meet me outside Room 206 in the Economics department at 7 PM. Don’t be late. – Hayden
Yep. I guessed it right!
Hayden’s the one who stole my notebook. Does he have any idea how important it is to me?
He probably knows it very well, I realize with a huff of frustration.
Hayden is exceptionally smart. He hides it from everyone around him but I’ve spent enough tutoring sessions with him to recognize his intelligence.
For some reason, Hayden is happy to be himself when he’s around me. I’m probably the only one who knows his secrets.
Maybe that’s the reason he loves torturing me, I realize, re-reading the text Hayden sent me.
