Thorne watched her walk toward the campus through the window, seeing how she straightened up and recovered her mask of the perfect girl.
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MAREN'S POV
Closing Thorne’s car door was like trying to seal a crack through which all my sanity was leaking out. I walked with firm steps toward the university entrance, clutching my bag straps until the seams groaned, but I couldn't clear my mind.
No matter how much I shook my head, the sensory memory of his manhood under my palm, that pulsing heat and that scent… God, that scent of sandalwood mixed with the pure musk of his arousal seemed to live beneath my skin now.
I felt like a pervert who couldn't stop replaying in a loop those seconds where I was trapped between his legs.
"Pervert? Please, Maren, stop being such a hypocrite," my wolf h
