Ophelia's POV
She had waited weeks for this moment.
Ophelia didn't like to feel indebted to someone, least of all Sam. The last few weeks had been busy. They had been full of quiet moments and stolen kisses, but the steamy afternoon in her dorm had yet to have a sequel.
Tension was building until she was aching with need.
The library was empty tonight. They hadn't intended to find themselves here, alone, late on a Saturday night, but here they were.
"I'm starting to think you have some kind of special liking for public places," Sam taunted.
Ophelia frowned at him.
"You wish," she taunted. "I'm pretty sure it's you. You're the one making a habit of searching me out in here."
"So what if I do?" he asked, stepping towards Ophelia.
Ophelia couldn't stop the wide smile that spread acr
