Page 106 of The Sins of Noelle

Biding her time as she arrived on campus, she spotted a girl that had similar build and features to her and sheaccidentallybumped into her, successfully swiping her student ID.

With that in hand, it was all a matter of finding Blue.

The stars must have been shining for her that day, though, as she managed to spot him at the main library cafeteria. He was getting a coffee and a few snacks.

After he paid, he grabbed his stuff and went to the back where the book stacks were.

Noelle promptly followed, but making sure she wasn't too overt in her stalking.

He had his own station at one of the tables, surrounded by a mountain of books.

There weren't many people present, and the many bookshelves served as the perfect cover for Noelle. She could pretend she was browsing for a book while she studied him.

Situating herself behind the shelf in front of him, she fiddled with some books, enough to make some space through which she could have a direct view of him.

He was wearing a blue polo shirt today, coupled with a dark pair of pants. The buttons on his shirt were half done, and she could see a hint of skin peeking through, as well as his defined clavicles.

She swallowed hard.

She'd never given much importance to clavicles before, so she was completely baffled to find herself attracted to that part of his body. They had a manly quality to them, strength radiating from him even though he wasn't overly muscular.

His hair was messy, his blonde locks strewn over his forehead, his eyes narrowed at his computer as his gaze flittered between the screen and the book next to him.

He looked…hot.

Noelle had thought him beautiful before. But it was the first time she felt inflamed at the sight of him—so much so it took every ounce of self-control she possessed to keep herself in the shadows.

Her Blue was so handsome…

Breathe, Noelle, breathe!

She tightened her hold over the book she was holding, grinding her teeth as she sought to bring herself down to earth again.

It was quite disconcerting, really, to realize that someone could have such an effect on her body.

In her attempt to understand guys and relationships better, she'd done extensive reading on the subject and she'd watched plenty of videos. All for research, of course.

This was the first time she was faced with the physical evidence of her attraction to him—the fact that she had to rub her thighs together in discomfort, her panties sticking to her private parts as a gush of wetness soaked the material.

Everywhere she looked, she spotted yet another alluring thing about him.

His neck. His strong jaw and straight nose. His arms. His big knuckles and the veins on the surface of his hands.

God, but she hadn't realized she could bemoreinto him than she already was, but the pulsation between her thighs told her she was absolutely in his thrall—physically as well as emotionally.

If he'd come to her at that moment and invited her to a tryst in a darkened corner she wouldn't be able to say no. She would simply remove her clothes and present herself to him, inviting him to have his way with her—do whatever he wanted as long as he eased the ache that seemed to become more unbearable by the moment.

She didn't think this was the best place and time to slide her hand down her underwear and seek some relief. It wasn't as if she hadn't done it before to the thought of him, imagining it was him touching her. Since she'd learned how to touch herself, he'd always been the object of her unfulfilled lust, always taunting her, always close but never within reach.

Maybe she should be ashamed. Maybe she should feel embarrassed.

But she wasn't. Not when Blue was the only way she could find that elusive peak. Because it was him she was picturing when she was closing her eyes. It was him, holding himself on his arms on top of her, his heavy body blanketing hers. It was him she felt when she pushed a finger inside of her, moving it in and out while chasing that sweet pleasure.

It was him. Always him.

Noelle slapped a hand over her mouth as a tiny sound escaped her. She rubbed her thighs together more aggressively.

God, just the thought of what he could do to her made her hot—too hot to withstand it.

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