Sawyer was shuffling around, hands in his pockets and scowling at the students getting in his way. He was in a foul mood, his knuckles bloodied from a fight with a Jock who thought he could best him. He sure learned the hard way what happened when he messed with the bad boy thought Sawyer, for once not really feeling that much satisfaction for it.
His mind drifted to Lacey, wondering where she was right now. Was she in her room, showering and getting ready for bed. He gave a shudder at the images of her washing herself appearing in his head, her red hair with water dripping it from it, her naked body as it moved underneath the showerhead. He scolded himself, shaking his head to rid himself of the thoughts before he got too turned on and had to hide an embarrassing hard on.
Dante was righ
