Ophelia's POV
Was it possible to die of lust?
As her heart beat unevenly in her chest, Ophelia did her best to regain her composure on her way to class.
Samuel Teague would be the death of her, that was for certain. One minute, he wants to call the whole thing off. Then, he wants her to wait for him. They settle on taking things slow, and what does he do?
Kiss her until her mind flies right out of her skull.
Well, technically, she had started it, but he had goaded her to it. The man wasn't a fool, he knew exactly what he was doing.
Ophelia ran a hand through her hair, making sure everything was relatively in place as she approached Cricket.
Cricket was leaning against the door of the main entrance to Adeline Hall. She perked up when she saw Ophelia, curious at her disheveled state.
