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Then, with an exhausted sigh, I open my study group chat, scrolling through unread messages. My brows pull together when I see the latest update.
Eleanor: Hey guys, canceling today. Back home for a bit.
I frown. “Huh.”
Tria looks up from her phone. “What?”
“Eleanor canceled study session. She went home.”
Tria shrugs. “So?”
I tap my screen absently. “It’s just… random.”
Tria gives me a look. “Faith, people do go home sometimes.”
“Yeah, but Celine also went back home last week.”
Tria pauses, brows furrowing slightly. “Huh.”
I glance up at her. “Why is everyone going home when summer break is still four months away?”
She considers that for a second before shaking her head. “Maybe they just need a break.”
“Maybe.”
But something about it sits wrong.
I push the thought away, making a mental note to check in on Eleanor later.
For now, I’ve got bigger problems.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
THE MONSTER
It’s been twenty-four hours.
One thousand, four hundred and forty minutes. Eighty-six thousand, four hundred fucking seconds since I last saw her, since her defiant eyes burned into me through that screen, since I heard the sharp catch of her breath, since I watched her thighs press together as her body betrayed her.
Every atom in my body is still seeking her out, thrumming with the aftermath of the best orgasm I’ve ever had, and it wasn’t because of my hand or the shitty prison chair beneath me, or even the thrill of risking getting caught. It was because of her. Every pulse of pleasure belonged to her.
Faith Collins is so fucking naïve to the power she has over me.
She doesn’t realize it yet.
She doesn’t understand that she’s a sickness I don’t want to recover from. That no matter how much space she tries to put between us, no matter how many times she tells herself she hates me, she’s already mine.
I roll my shoulders, trying to shake her off. The restless energy still hums beneath my skin, and I need to put it somewhere before it consumes me whole.
I head for Mark’s cell.
“Mark,” I say, stepping into the doorway. “Practice. Now.”
Mark doesn’t move.
“Did you suddenly go deaf, or are you just trying to annoy me?”
Nothing.
