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Bringing my car to life, I press my foot to the accelerator and spin away from the front of the hotel.

“FUCK,” I roar in the safety of my car before I slam my palm against the wheel, one, two, three times in the hope of squashing my desire.

It doesn’t work.

Nothing fucking works.

Slowing at a set of traffic lights, I close my eyes for a beat and focus on my breathing. But the second darkness comes, all I see is her.

Her eyes are wide with fear, confusion, and desire as I wrapped my fingers around her throat and squeezed. Her flushed cheeks that only got redder before she came. Her dark hazel eyes that I swear darkened with every second that passed during our time in that shed until they were almost black.

Fuck. She was enthralling. Mesmerising.

Incredible. Beautiful.

Everything.

I startle when a horn sounds behind me and when I look up, I find the lights changed back to amber and then red again.

With a sigh, I wring the wheel, forcing myself to stay focused and trying to convince myself that I should just go home.As much as I might crave the feeling I get every time I slip into her room covered by darkness, I know I need to stop.

She’s found me out. She knows what I’m doing.

That should be more than enough to force my hand.

It takes every ounce of my self-restraint I possess to walk toward the Chapel after parking my car in my usual spot.

It might be dark on campus, but the lights that surround the Bronte Building taunt me from the second I pulled to a stop.

With my fists curled tight and my heart racing, I force myself to walk through the front door.

Everything is quiet, although there is mess everywhere. The scent of pizza and something sweet lingers in the air, and as I pass the kitchen, I find half-eaten bowls of popcorn and empty bottles of premixed cocktails littering the countertops.

“Fucking girls,” I mutter under my breath, my muscles twitching with my need to clean up after them.

I hate mess. Fucking hate it.

I need order and cleanliness. The rest of my life is a mess, I need my home to be serene.

I almost bark out a laugh.

I can’t remember when this place resembled anything anywhere near serene. Not since the girls joined us, that’s for sure. The guys were bad enough but add them and there is always shit everywhere.

Ignoring it and telling myself that I’ll demand they clean it up in the morning, I hit the stairs, pulling my tie off as I go and unbuttoning my shirt.

The place is in darkness, I can barely see my hand in front of my face, but I know it well enough by now not to need a light.

I hit the top of the stairs, still trying to convince myself not to turn around and go to her instead when a floorboard in front of me creaks before I collide with a body.

A small, sweet-smelling, familiar body.

Abi’s shriek of shock rips through the air, the sound confirming what I already knew. Even if my brain hadn’t caught up. My body knew. It always does when she’s close.

Acting on instinct, I reach out and wrap my arm around her waist as he stumbles back.

I might not have been expecting her, but I’m probably double her body weight and could take her down with very little effort.

She gasps as I pull her into my body, and the second the curves align with my hard planes, something inside me settles.“It looks to me like you’re trying to do the walk of shame, Red,” I whisper in her ear as she fights to get away from me.

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