CHAPTER NINE
Eva’s heart thumped, a wild beat pounding in her ears, as she stared at the diary on her bed, its pages open to a jagged note: *I saw you*.
Her skin buzzed from Hayes’s touch, his c*m warm inside her from their s*x against the dorm wall, the memory of his thrusts pulsing in her core.
Her blouse was gone, panties torn to bits, skirt bunched at her waist, her bare p***y slick with their juices, catching the flicker of the vanilla candle on her desk.
The candle’s sweet scent mingled with laundry and their sweat, wrapping the cramped room in a heavy, intimate warmth.
Her hands trembled, nails digging into Hayes’s arm, her breath sharp and ragged, burning her throat.
“Who saw us, Hayes?” Her voice shook, each word wobbling like a loose thread. “Sophie? Mia? A professor?”
