Creamy legs catch my attention too many f*cking times. Having Layla beside me wearing nothing but my jacket makes me want to keep driving so this time with her doesn't end. It's a new kind of torture having her close but not touching her the way I want to. I take another glance in her direction. She's gnawing on her swollen red lip, and my c**k hardens in my trousers.
"I don't want to go to your home. I want you to take me back to campus." Her voice is weak, and she won't look at me.
Like f*ck am I taking her back. I'm keeping her close because she's the enemy right now. My father said that she knew where I was all this time. Yet she acted too innocent, like stumbling into Kingscourt was just a coincidence.
Each time I close my eyes, I see her sitting with Lucas, sharing a sandwich.
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