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I didn’t even want to. I wanted everything Casper had to offer me. Even the sinister parts. The trauma and the pain that had stolen his voice. I wanted all of him. And it scared the shit out of me.
When Casper wrapped both arms around me, pressing us closer together, I was certain this would end badly. Only because it felt so damn good. So right. I’d always been hopeful that I would one day find my perfect match. The man that would be more than a fling. More than a hookup. Still, I’d kept my focus on myself. Building my life and working toward my future. Not letting the search for love get in the way. I hadn’t been searching. It may have found me anyway.
I slid an arm around his neck, my breaths coming harder and faster. Pressing his forehead to mine, Casper made a small sound. Like a low groan that simply wouldn’t be withheld. That sound set me off like a firework.
I came with his name trapped in my throat. He timed his own release with perfection, waiting until I tipped over the edge to join me. He thrust harder. Deeper. Still, I needed more. Every piece of me craved him. I really had no idea what I was getting into with this man.
Casper held me there on his lap for several long minutes. Not ready to let me go. I sank against him, sweaty and breathless. His hands played in my hair. Stroking through my tousled locks. Twisting the strands around his fingers before giving it a tug.
When the first rays of daylight made their way through the cracks in the blinds, I said, “I guess that’s our cue to get ready for class, huh?”
There was just enough light for me to see his face now. The disappointment he wore at the coming of day. Casper nodded.
Grudgingly, I climbed off him. He would need to go home to get ready for his day on campus. I needed a shower and a gallon of coffee. My favorite herbal tea from the café downstairs wouldn’t cut it this time.
I wrapped myself in my bathrobe while Casper dressed. This was the part where I wondered what came next. Although I didn’t dare ask.
When he was ready to leave, Casper pulled me in for the ultimate goodbye kiss. An exploratory sweep of my mouth with his tongue. One that momentarily turned the room upside down. How did he manage to be so enigmatic with only a kiss?
He paused at the door, his hands moving as he signed, “See you later, flower.”
I’d already learned see you later since it was a basic phrase. After he called me flower previously, I made a point of looking it up. My cheeks warmed with an unbidden blush.
Rising up on my tiptoes, I kissed him again, reluctant to watch him walk out the door. “Count on it. And please, get that finger out of here.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
LUNA
There was something about showering away his touch that didn’t sit right with me. I had to roll my eyes at myself. What was happening to me?
I scrubbed myself clean in the shower before hurrying through my makeup. I was running a bit late. After making a vain attempt at covering the bruises on my neck with concealer, I gave up. When arranging my hair around my neck didn’t cover all of it, I wore a thick purple choker to hide the worst of the marks. At least I didn’t have to worry about hiding the bruises on my inner thighs.
Feeling exceptionally good, I wore my favorite shimmery turquoise and purple eyeshadow. After combing my damp hair, I let it dry naturally. A spritz of my lavender perfume and I was ready to choose an outfit for the day. Knowing I would likely see Casper on campus made me dress with him in mind.
I chose a long blue dress with a flowing skirt. The way it moved around my legs when I walked always made me feel like a princess. The bodice fit perfectly, hugging my body while giving my breasts a gentle boost. Simple white platform shoes completed my look.
By the time I reached the school, I was practically floating. High on the night I’d had. Even though I still felt confused about what kind of future Casper and I might have, I felt too good after being with him to worry about it.
My first class flew by. Even the girl seated next to me commented on my exuberant mood. Telling me that she would have whatever I had. Not damn likely.
When I met up with the girls during our shared break, I could barely keep the smile off my face. Athena took one look at me and grinned. Her brows arched as she eyed me up.
“Someone got their brains fucked out last night,” she said. “Don’t keep us waiting. Give us the goods.”
I sat down in a chair next to Ripley. Casting a quick glance around, I made sure nobody in the cafeteria had overheard Athena’s remark.
“What makes you say that?” I asked, knowing damn well my cheeks were turning pink.
“Oh, I don’t know. How about that freshly fucked look you have for starters?” Athena chuckled, stirring the ice in her iced coffee with the straw. “Girl, you can’t hide that shit from me. I know that look.”
Codie was quick to join in. “Not to mention the fact that Casper didn’t come home last night. He dragged his ass in this morning when the rest of us were having breakfast. I know the smell of your perfume. It was all over him.”
She playfully wagged a finger at me. There was no hiding anything from these girls. Not that I wanted to. I was ready to burst.
“Come on, Luna.” Storm waved a hand at me. “Tell us about it. I mean, we don’t need the kinky details, but what was it like?”
“Speak for yourself,” Athena cut in. “We absolutely do need the kinky details.”
