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There’s no longer a reason for him to hold back.
“Mr. Morgan, Mr. Wendt, Mr. Andrews, is there something I can help you with?”
Ms. Pettijohn.
Everything inside me wilts. My mind reluctantly tumbles back to yesterday and what almost happened in the library. It’s only a matter of time before he finds me alone again.
And when he does, he’ll make me pay.
Jasper flashes an easy smile. “Nope, I just needed to stop and grab something from my locker.”
“Then you should probably get to it before lunch is over.”
His gaze flickers to mine again. “See you around, Delilah.”
A sick feeling churns in my belly as he disappears down the hallway with his friends.
The older teacher watches them before her gaze slices to me. I’m almost afraid she’ll bring up the situation. It wouldn’t surprise me if she’s heard all the rumors flying around school. Most of my teachers have been giving me inquisitive glances.
She clears her throat and asks instead, “Were you able to get through all the assignments?”
For the second time in a matter of minutes, relief rushes through me. “Yes, I did.”
“Excellent. Like I said before, you’ve been invaluable this year.”
“Thank you.”
On wobbly legs, I return to the desk and pick up my books before heading out. In the corridor, I pass Summer. We make brief eye contact before she shifts her attention away. It’s so tempting to pull her aside for a conversation, but I have no idea what to say or if she’d even believe the truth.
Her own brother thinks I’m a liar.
As soon as I escape school grounds at two o’clock, the worst of my anxiety drains away. Within minutes of pulling into Austin’s circular drive, I find myself on the front porch and ringing the bell. This time, the door immediately swings open. He doesn’t leave me waiting.
Of course his chest is bare. At this point, I wouldn’t expect anything less from him. The guy apparently has some kind of aversion to wearing clothes.
Not that I’m complaining. He’s like a Greek god carved from marble. I’d like nothing more than to pull up a chair and study every hard line.
“Let me guess, you haven’t showered yet?”
His lips lift into a slow grin. Even though I steel myself against it, the heated look that flashes in his eyes does funny things to my insides. It’s like there’s a swarm of angry butterflies attempting to fight their way free by any means necessary.
When he heads to the staircase, I don’t bother trying to talk him out of it. We both know it won’t do any good. This time, I follow closely behind, my gaze licking over his exposed skin with an unapologetic intensity.
The closer we get to his bedroom, the more excitement rises inside me. Once I cross over the threshold, he saunters to the bathroom as if taking a shower in my presence is a normal, everyday occurrence.
And strangely enough, that’s exactly the way it’s beginning to feel.
A week ago, I couldn’t have imagined any of this playing out.
Much like the previous two days, he doesn’t bother closing the door. The difference is that this time, I don’t bother looking away. Instead, I perch on the edge of the bed and watch as he strips off the shorts and boxers until he’s naked before reaching into the shower stall and turning on the water.
My mouth becomes bone dry as I stare, fascinated by the ripple of muscles and the tightly harnessed power lying beneath his skin. Once he steps inside the glass enclosure, the spell is broken and I force myself to look around the room, trying to find something to occupy my mind.
It doesn’t work.
I can’t stop thinking about him and shooting curious glances inside the fogged-up space. By the time the water stops running and Austin steps onto the bathmat, I’m a jittery, impatient mess. He grabs a towel from the silver rack before bringing the plush material to his face and drying it.
“I can feel your eyes licking over me,” he says, words slightly muffled by the material.
