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“I'll take you,” Lynx steps closer, forcing me to lift my chin to keep my eyes on him. “Tomorrow, maybe?” he reaches out, thick fingers curling a lock of hair behind my ear I don’t want him to draw attention to, they stick out too far, a weird shape to the cartilage. “Just us.”
I feel a little breathy, light headed, I thought after last night he'd gotten what he wanted from me. I was easy in giving it up, they didn't really have to try, and I just… I thought I felt something with them, each of them, but shook it off as still being a little high. Clear headed enough to consent, but just, maybe I was reading into things that weren't there.
“Why?”
“Why?” Lynx repeats back, a frown creasing his features. “What d'you mean,why?”
“I just…” I wrinkle my nose, unsure of what I even want to say. “You don't have to be nice to me or anything just because we live together. I can get a room change, and, after last night…” I frown harder, worrying my lip. “I won't tell anyone.”
“Wait. Hold up, we'll circle back to the roommate thing, but why would you say that?”
“Say what?” I pout, confused.
“That you won't tell anyone, why wouldn't we want you to tell anyone?” Lynx's heavy accent curling with his deep voice growls with the words.
“Just, I'm not, ya know, and you're all, well, you,” I stutter stupidly, lifting a hand up and down to gesture to him, all six-foot-two of broad shoulders, tanned skin and beautiful ink.
“Okay, and in that case, that means that you're all, well, what?”
I squirm as he repeats my stuttered words, pinching my chin, tilting my head back further, my neck arching almost painfully as I swallow. Lips parting as I look up at him. Those deep red-brown eyes intense on mine.
“Um, just me,” I shrug one shoulder, feeling exposed and like I would quite like to die in a hole.
Lynx's eyes flicker between mine, deep chestnut red-brown, assessing,seeing,all of it making me want to squirm but I don't move an inch, don't breathe. After long suspended silence, he hums, releases my chin and lifts the towel from his shoulder, swiping it back over his head again.
“You've got class,” he says, turning away from me to lift a deodorant from the end of his bed, rolling it under both arms. He lifts a fresh white t-shirt over his head, threading his arms through, dragging it down his slightly damp body, little droplets of water instantly soaking into the fabric. “I'll walk you.”
I frown down at the book in my lap, staring hard at the pages, all the words blurring together. I feel like I'm torn open. The way he saw me. My nails claw over my thumbs, digging deep and marking the skin with dimpled crescents. I feel exposed. Itchy, hot, suffocated.
Seen.
It's only when Lynx walks me down the corridor towards my first class, one of his big pullover hoodies beneath my acid-wash denim jacket, drowning me in cedar-red berry scented fabric, something he leant me to keep me warm, that my chest starts to thaw. His big hand dwarfs my smaller one, his thick, warm fingers threaded through mine, our upper arms brushing, I feel like I can breathe, just a little.
But when he stops us outside what I assume is my first class, I hardly remember how we got here.
He releases my fingers, turning me to face him. Tilting my chin, his warm eyes flicking between mine, he says nothing, andI tremble, so many things rushing to the forefront of my mind, but I can't pick through any of it. I have nothing and everything to say. It feels like he's burning a hole through my soul, big enough to climb his way inside of.
My breathing is a hard rush, my eyes flicking over Lynx's shoulder, watching other students rushing past us, throwing varying looks of curiosity our way as they enter through the open door at Lynx's back.
“I'll be here at eleven.”
“You don't have to-”
“I know I don't have to, but I will be.” His warm palm comes to my cheek, thumb smoothing beneath my eye. “You look beautiful,” Lynx murmurs, and before my cheeks have time to heat, his lips press to mine, no teeth, no tongues, just this delicate plucking of his lips on mine.
Regardless, I'm still gasping when he breaks the kiss, a small smirk on his face as he turns me with his hands on my shoulders and walks me into the classroom. Takes me up the stairs, sits me in a seat. Everyone staring with open mouths as he passes me my bag and books he carried all the way from the dorm.
“Treasure,” he whispers, bracing his hands on the sides of my small desk, making me shrink down in my seat.
He engulfs me, the immediate area, the entire fucking room, all I can see, smell and feel is Lynx.
He licks his lips, leaning in close so we're face to face, I glance side to side, trying to see how many people are staring at us because I can practically feel eyes burning my skin, but he's everywhere, blocking my view. He drops his lips to my ear, his cool cheek pressing to mine.
“Be a good girl,” he speaks huskily, his tongue curling over the shell of my ear, I shiver, fingernails biting into my tight, curling fists. “See you at eleven.”
Then he straightens, looking down at me, looming over me like a god with a smirk on his handsome face, a devilish twinkle in his eyes. He turns away, taking the few steps down in the auditorium and saluting the teacher as he passes her in the entrance.
Heart fluttering with enough winged creatures to take flight, I sink down deep in my seat and make sure my dark hair covers my burning ears.
