Hayes P.O.V.
Damn it! I am staring at her again. I need to stop. I am right behind her, watching as she nervously plays with her shiny hair.
Shit! I am sitting in the classroom smelling her, and I am getting hard. I need her. Because all I want to do is grab her and tell her I am sorry, and I was wrong rejecting her and hurting her.
I want to pick her up. And take her out of here and take her somewhere private where no one can see us when I am making her mine. I want to show her and make up for what I did to her with my mouth and d**k.
I kept my eyes on her. I guess she was nervous. She doesn't know I am behind her yet.
Maybe if I throw something at her, I can change her attitude.
But then I thought.
"Look! I repeated inside my mind.
"Come on, princess, you know I am here."
She wa
