Asher
He didn't sleep in the dorm room that night. s**t.
What was I expecting anyway. I'd scared the s**t out of him. Within me, I could feel Dean sulking. He'd been this way all night till this morning, making sleep a very restless affair for me. He'd been looking forward to sharing a room with his mate finally. I'd crushed his hopes of that happening.
I tried to ignore him. Tried to forget about the annoying nerd but I couldn't.
He'd been following me. Why?
I'd seen him when I came out of professor Furman's office. I'd just pretended not to and even if I didn't, I couldn't miss his scent. That was how I knew he was following me. That and his loud footsteps. A part of me felt thrilled. Dean's part. The rest of me was pissed. What the f**k did he think he was doing?
I really wasn'
