Page 26 of The Vengeance You Crave
"Yes, but just how many margaritas is she going to have had by the time she gets to us?"
Letty's lips part to say something but she quickly realizes that I'm right. "Shit."
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It’s well past midnight when I leave their dorm with a sheet and firm instructions on how to wear it come Friday night. My face hurts from laughing so much.
I can't remember the last time that happened.
I cast my mind back but come up blank for anything over the past five years.
Memories from before I left Rosewood hit me. Laughing with Luca. Acting like complete idiots until we laughed so hard we couldn't breathe.
A smile curls at my lips thinking of those two young kids who were still naïve about real life and just loving every day.
I'd give anything to go back to then. To running around the backyard with water pistols, to making dens and camping out overnight. To thinking that what the two of us shared would never break.
How wrong were we?
Everyone is once again asleep when I get home. Knowing that I was just hanging out with friends instead of working, Aunt Fee told me that she'd be able to relax properly, knowing I was safe. As much as I love her concern, I wish I wasn't putting any more stress on her shoulders. She's already had her life changed enough by us turning up here, I don't want to do anything to make it worse.
Unlike the night before, I fall asleep with a little bit of hope filling my veins. Things with Luca might be fucked up beyond belief, but I've actually made some friends. Some friends who might just be able to make my life here more bearable.
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Luca
Not going to sit in the parking lot of The Locker Room last night was weird. It's become something of a sanctuary for me over the past couple of weeks. Just seeing her walk out of the building and to her car settled something inside me. But that was nothing compared to the feeling of standing in front of her Tuesday night.
My fists curl as I walk toward my morning class with my need for a repeat.
Her scent. Her taste. The little whimpers that involuntarily fell from her lips as I brought her right to the edge, they're all I can think about.
My cock swells as the image of her pressed up against my car, her tits exposed and my hand disappearing up her skirt fills my mind.
Fuck. I really needed that last night. But, watching her the past couple of weeks, I knew that it was her night off.
The hallway is empty as I make my way down to the elevator. I'm hardly surprised. I got sucked into the gym this morning and it wasn't until one of the coaching staff poked his head in to say something that I realized the time.
I needed the release. I needed something other than my own right hand that was doing very fucking little to take the edge off.
I need her.
Reaching down, I palm my growing cock, rearranging myself so I'm not about to walk into class, not only late but with a raging boner over the girl I should have forgotten long ago.
Hitting the call button for the elevator, I step inside and slam my hand down on the button for the correct floor.
Leaning against the back wall, I close my eyes as the doors shut, shutting me off from the rest of campus for just a little bit.
Right before the doors close, I hear a curse before the doors audibly stop moving.
Blowing out a breath that someone is about to ruin my peace, I rip my head from the wall and look to see who's joined me.
She glances up at the same time I do and we both suck in a sharp breath.
"Letty," I breathe.
"Shit." Her eyes widen in surprise and she quickly takes a step back but she's too late. The doors have already closed, caging us in together. "Um… h-how are you?"
