Lucy's Pov
The slight sound of movement roused me. I momentarily lost my location. The bed underneath me was too large, the linens too silky, and Adrian's pungent, euphoric scent was still in the air. Then it hit me. I wasn’t in my dorm.
I was in his house.
My heart stumbled. The memories slammed into me all at once; I was basically on my knees, begging him not to go. Adrian, standing way too close, his whole body practically vibrating with nerves, was acting like he had any idea what he was doing as he backed away.
Then, the door squeaked open. Adrian stood there, looking like he’d just walked off the cover of some finance magazine. Shirt crisp enough to slice bread, pants sharp, tie just so. You’d never guess this was the same guy who almost caved and stayed with me all night, only
