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I recognized the students as Whitney and Jessica’s study group, the same group that met several nights a week at the library.
A wave of hope I had no business feeling washed over me as I looked around, wondering why Whitney hadn’t been with them.
They’d likely been holed up in one of the study rooms on the second floor. That made sense, especially since the library was a mad house anytime tests were imminent.
I started walking again, pushing Whitney from my mind, and turned a sharp corner only to collide with her.
I grabbed her arms to steady her. She looked up at me, shocked, her eyes going wide.
Neither of us spoke for several seconds. I didn’t let her go. I couldn’t. The second I touched her, my brain stopped functioning entirely.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“I’m okay,” she said on a breath.
I looked down at her and felt my world tilt on its axis.
And in a single second, throwing caution to the wind entirely, I stepped into the cover of an alcove, pulling her with me.
The only sound was that of her textbooks thudding against a side table. I bumped into a chair, then my shoulder grazed the wall as I pulled her deeper into the darkness. One of my hands left her arm and caressed her cheek. My breath caught in my lungs as my heart began to race, cracking against my ribs.
She leaned into my touch, nuzzling her cheek against the palm of my hand.
“I missed you,” I whispered so low it might not have been audible.
She stepped forward so we were chest to chest, and then her arms came up and around my neck, pulling me down.
“I missed you,” she replied, brushing the words over my lips. “I hate this, Rhys.”
“Kiss me,” I rasped, holding her tighter, each of us well aware of the fact that this would be the last time.
And she did.
Chapter 25
Whitney
TALL AS RHYS WAS, I had to stand on my tiptoes to meet his kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. I parted my lips and slid my tongue over his lower lip, subconsciously begging him for more.
A low growl punctuated the air as he walked me back against the wall in the shadowed alcove. The stone wall felt cool to the touch, but I was burning like I had a fever, my whole body warming to the sensation of his lips against mine. His hands roved down my sides and back up again, clutching me by the waist as the kiss turned into something frantic.
I was doing my absolute best to stay silent as a mouse. This was crazy. We were making out in public, only a few doors away from his lecture classroom.
I had no idea who might have walking the hallways of Hollis Hall right now, but that didn’t matter to me. Not when Rhys’s body was flush against mine and his mouth was trailing hot kisses down my neck to the collar of my sweater.
I slid my hands up his shirt and pressed my palms against his skin. His muscles were flexed under my touch, and I felt a rush of heat ripple through my body. I needed him, now. I didn’t care if he took me up against the wall in public. I had to have him, and that desire overwhelmed any and all rational thought.
“Rhys,” I whispered, his name like a prayer on my tongue. “There has to be way.”
He pressed a long, slow kiss to my lips, stealing the words.
The kiss reached a critical point of no return. His parchment and leather scent sent shivers of longing up and down my spine. My clothes suddenly felt too tight. I was too hot. He wasn’t nearly close enough. Desperation cut through the last bits of rationality left in my mind, and I started fumbling with his belt clasp.
“Whitney, not here.”
“Then where?” I breathed, my voice shaking.
Another kiss cut off my words. He rested his forehead against mine, panting. “What is it about you that has such a hold on me? I can’t get you out of my head. I think about you all the time, Whitney.”
