As we kiss, her hands slide around my shoulders, stroking down my chest to my abdomen. Electricity shoots through my veins when her hands hesitantly slip under my shirt, her cool fingers touching my bare skin, running along the planes of my stomach.
I growl at the contact, kissing her harder and grabbing her left leg, hooking it around my waist. Unable to restrain myself, I lean my weight into my pelvis, pressing it against hers. Slowly, tantalizingly, I gently rock my hips against hers.
Olivia gasps at the feeling of my arousal pressed against her, and I take advantage, slipping my tongue between her parted lips to brush against hers, loving the sweet little noises coming from the back of her throat. Her legs tighten around my hips, and she surprises me by gliding her hands around to my back, her fingers pressing into my skin, pulling me closer.
Just as I grab the collar of my shirt, ready to yank it off, an ear-piercing shriek goes off, nearly giving us both a heart attack.
We both pull away, panting heavily from the kiss and sudden surprise.
“What the hell?” I mumble, unhooking Olivia’s leg from my waist and jumping off the bed, the shriek of the fire alarm persistent and deafening.
I crack open the door and stick my head out, watching the warning lights flash in the hallway with the alarm and people unenthusiastically file out of their rooms, heading outside.
I groan in agony, looking back over my shoulder to see Olivia already slipping on her shoes.
“Fucking fire drill,” I mutter, grabbing the nearest hoodie and slipping it on with my shoes.
Once Olivia has her coat on, I grab her hand and lead her outside to the front parking lot where everyone else is standing, freezing their asses off.
I stand behind Olivia and pull her back against my chest, wrapping my arms around her to huddle together for warmth. Plus, her body acts as the perfect shield to hide my raging hard-on from all the surrounding spectators.
Everyone stares at the building, annoyed that there’s a fire drill this late at night during finals week. Especially when it’s this cold out. It’s kind of cruel, really.
A few minutes later, the sound of an engine can be heard along with sirens, and a fire truck rolls up, the fire crew hopping out.
I furrow my brow. Normally, firefighters don’t show up if it’s just a drill. They only show up if it’s a real emergency, and I don’t see any flames or anyone seriously injured.
Then again, it’s probably just some drunk idiot who set their microwave on fire by cooking ramen without adding water. Sadly, that’s a pretty common occurrence. But who’s getting that drunk during finals week?
The lights on the truck bounce off the building and cast shadows across faces as we all stand around impatiently in the parking lot, waiting to go back inside.
Out of curiosity, I fish around for my phone in my pockets, wanting to text Brennen to see what the hell is going on. He’s working the front desk tonight so he probably has some sort of insight, but to my dismay, I can’t find my phone. I guess I forgot it in my room.
Waiting, I catch a flash of hot pink out of the corner of my eye, and turn my head to see Adrianna standing at the other end of the parking lot, talking with one of the guys from the hockey team who lives on the floor above me. She catches my gaze and gives me a slow, wicked smirk, one that sends an uneasy chill up my spine.
Ripping my eyes away, I look back at the building to catch the fire crew walking out, the chief giving the all clear.
Like a heard of wild animals, everyone charges forward in an disorderly fashion, desperately wanting to get out of the cold. I stand firmly planted, wrapping my arms tighter around Olivia to wait it out, not wanting to get shoved around in the crowd.
Subconsciously, I keep my eyes peeled for a bright-pink coat, but it seems as if Adrianna is long gone.
When I feel it’s safe enough, I lead Olivia back inside and stop at the front desk to see Brennen standing around with some officials and university staff. I catch his gaze, and he excuses himself, coming over to the edge of the desk to talk.
“What’s going on?” I ask, eyeing everyone behind the desk.
Brennen shakes his head in annoyance. “Someone pulled the fire alarm.”
I feel my eyebrows shoot up a fraction.
“Why would someone do that?” Olivia asks, her brows furrowed in concern.
Brennen shrugs casually. “Probably just some asshole trying to be funny. It’s not going to be so funny though when they catch him and his ass ends up in some deep shit.”
“Do they know who did it?” I ask.
“Nah, not yet. They’re reviewing the surveillance footage now, but all they can see is some kid in a black hoodie with the hood pulled up,” Brennen says, thumbing behind him.
Olivia shakes her head in disapproval, and someone behind the desk calls Brennen back over.
