Killian’s POV
The campus cafeteria smelled like grease, cheap food and too many bodies.
I don’t know what irriatated me more, the throng of people shuffling around to get to a sole location or the noise that hummed loudly in my ears like the buzz of countless bees.
Before I could even signal him when I sighted him, Sam spotted me and waved frantically like a lunatic.
Yes, a lunatic was the only way I could describe him right now or rather, how I wished to describe him because why in the world was he greeting me like that when he already knew I had seen him.
He balanced the tray in his hands then grinned, nudging me over with his head when I remained rooted to a spot.
“There he is,” Sam whistled as I approached. “The badass biker who thinks with his…”
His gaze drifted down to my crot
