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It’s not even me making the noise, and Lainey hasn’t bothered to check everywhere, but she looks directly at me each time. Her big blue eyes staring into my soul, despite me being a ghost.
Her ass bounces just a little as she scurries around, trying to move as quickly as possible. Just big enough to have a good handful, but not overbearing.
She’s fucking perfect.
She’s mine.
Thick ropes of cum spurt from me and onto my torso. Thankfully, I pulled up my shirt so it didn’t get anywhere but skin.
The image of her body is on repeat as I milk the remnants from my cock, letting the orgasm soothe my frayed nerves.
As the cum cools and starts to dry, I ponder my dilemma.
How do I make her accept that she’s mine without scaring the absolute shit out of her?
CHAPTER 8
LAINEY
I decidedto arrive at my chemistry lecture twenty minutes early today. I’m going to do something I’ve never done before and sit in the very back, in the last row. I don’t know what it is, but lately I’ve been feeling more uneasy than usual.
To help myself feel somewhat sane, I thought it would be a good idea to get ahead of the game and keep an eye on my surroundings. After all, if someone were watching me, I’d be able to notice it more easily from the back…right? At least that’s what I’m telling myself to feel better about the situation.
Maybe I should consider seeing my doctor to discuss getting the dose of my medication adjusted.
The door is already open when I get there. I step inside and quickly scan the room before heading to the back. The professor nods at me while he talks on the phone, and there is no one else in sight.Perfect.
Students trickle in the closer it gets to time for thelecture to begin. I find myself continuously scanning the room, watching every person to make sure they are not staring at me. Fortunately, everyone is minding their own business, preparing for class.
I can’t shake the feeling that I must look like a lunatic right now. This shit is probably all in my head. I’m definitely calling my doctor after class to schedule an appointment.
It’s one minute until the lecture starts when the door to the room opens. I look up and see three guys walk in, each holding a black helmet without a book or backpack in sight.
My heart begins to race as I watch the first one scan the front of the room. He stops briefly before turning his gaze toward the back row.
He locks eyes with me for a moment before tearing them away and murmuring something over his shoulder to his friend behind him. My hands begin to sweat as that eerie feeling washes over me again, but I can’t look away as I watch him and his buddies find their seats. They sit to my left, leaving four chairs in between him and I.
I continue to observe him as he settles in, placing his helmet and leather jacket in the chair next to him. Dark tattoos cover his arms and hands, and I can only imagine there are more hidden beneath his clothing. His hair is dark and cropped short on the sides, with curls falling just below his brows. He must sense my gaze because he looks over at me with a blank expression. His crystal blue eyes boring into mine, causing mystomach to flip. I quickly avert my attention toward the professor as he begins the class.
The class seems to drag on longer than usual. I check the clock on my phone every five minutes. I’ve never felt more uncomfortable in my life. I want to glance over at him to see if he’s watching me, because it feels like he keeps looking in my direction. But I can’t bring myself to do it.
Is this who I keep feeling watching me all the time?
No, Lainey. Stop acting crazy. He’s just a regular guy going to class, who happens to be covered in tattoos and looks like he just walked out of a GQ magazine.It’s fine. Everything is fine.
I take a deep breath and close my eyes, feeling myself spiral into a panic attack. My heart races, and my mouth goes dry.Fucking hell.
I glance at the clock again; we still have twenty more minutes.
I should probably get up and leave since I haven’t retained anything the professor has said anyway. I’ve been too busy freaking out over a random guy minding his business in class. But I don’t want to disrupt my classmates by leaving.
I quietly pick my bag up off the floor and search for my as-needed medication. It’s been months since I last had to take any. Honestly, I can’t even remember the last time I needed it. I pop the little round pill into my mouth and wash it down with some water.
I focus on breathing in and out, taking slow, deepbreaths until I begin to feel the effects of the pill kicking in.
One, two, three, four, in.
One, two, three, four, out.
