"Where are you going, Cam?" "To my obsession." I left. My next class was in an hour. I usually hung out at the recreation room with the team, cafeteria with Caleb and Levi, or in my truck if I wanted some peace and quiet, but I wanted to wait for her, see her even for a few minutes after her class, walk with her to the next one. I'd memorized her schedule in my head. Today her classroom was in Building D. She still had forty minutes to go. When I got to the main hallway, I smiled in relief when I found it almost empty and sprawled on one of the benches. I'd wait for her here. After a few minutes, a girl sat beside me. I smelled her strong perfume—dead funeral flowers. The purple kind. I was gone before her ass even hit the seat. Shit. Where to go? The lecture theatres were housed in a corridor separate from the main hallway. Probably to keep the noise away while class was in progress. I was sure the theatre beside hers wouldn't be occupied until eleven, where my next class would be and headed there. I pulled out my phone, twirled it in my hand. Did she text? That would be a fat stinking no, I thought as I stopped in the middle of the corridor, scrolled through my inbox. Nothing from her. I scrubbed my face with my hand, felt the stubble on my face. I sent her a text. I'll wait for you in the theatre next to your class. Don't run away. I deleted the last sentence. She'd do just that to spite me. I stared at my phone, waiting for the Read to pop up. It did. I sucked my bottom lip in my mouth, waited for her reply. Nothing. Frustrated, I wiped my mouth with my hand. Just as I stepped forward and looked up, I froze. "Hi, weirdo." My grin almost broke my face. It was my Spitfire. "You talking to me again?" "That depends." "On what?" She pointed her thumb in the direction of the theatre hall where I was going to wait for her. Her face didn't show a hint of what she was thinking. My brows knitted in confusion. Was she going to give me shit for this morning? I'd just kiss her senseless. I let out a sigh and followed her in. Darkness enveloped us the moment the door closed. The only light was from the projector suspended from the ceiling that the last class must have forgotten to turn off. It was a short video of the universe, played in a loop. Colorful lights and shadows lazily whirled around the room. For a moment I forgot that we were on campus, that it was just the two of us in this room, and that I could do anything I wanted to her. She could do anything she wanted to me. In the dark, she looked like a magical nymph. Stars glided on her face, planets danced on her breasts, galaxies floated on her legs. Her long dark hair poured down her back and shoulders like a waterfall. My breath caught. She was irresistible, exquisite. A seductress. "What are we doing here, Kara?" Jesus. My voice was thick. Suddenly she looked nervous. She was about to take a step back when I carefully hooked my arm around her, just above her ass. I heard her take a sharp breath before it turned into a moan when my fingers curled around her hips, pulled her closer, closer. Pressed my chest against her small breasts. She felt fucking incredible. "Tell me." I wrapped my fingers on her small wrists, dragged her hands up to my chest. She seemed to like that, sliding her palms on my shoulders, squeezing my biceps, my forearms, then back to my chest again. She gently, very gently laid her lips on my throat, and licked, and when she heard me groan, licked it again. I turned rock hard instantly. "You like that?" My fingers dug deeper on her hips and it was all I could do not to push her on the wall, drag her panties down her legs, and fuck her senseless. I wanted her like I never wanted anyone before. "Yeah." I could barely breathe. "I like that." Heat glided through my veins as she reached for the bottom of my sweater, her thumbs grazing the tops of my pants. I sucked in a breath. She stopped, huge hazel eyes—nervous, unsure, excited—focused on my face, watching my every reaction. She was new at this, but that didn't seem to matter. She had caught me in her spell, and I was her willing captive. "What are you up to, Spitfire?" Her hands gingerly slid inside my sweater, palms flat on my stomach. We both moaned at the contact, the electricity her touch ignited. I surged my hips up against her touch, wishing she'd move her hands down, squeeze me through my jeans. "Show me more," I murmured. My arms curled around her, fingers seeking the soft, delectable skin above her ass. She arched her back, silently telling me she wanted more. I ground my hips against her, made her feel how hard I was. My hands slid up, teasing the lock on her bra. She moaned, but gripped my biceps, pulling my arms down to my sides and looking up at me. Her eyes told me what her mouth didn't. I made a rough sound at the back of my throat, understanding what she wanted. Control. I wasn't sure if I could give it to her completely. I loved being in control—I enjoyed it immensely. But I enjoyed her more. "What do you want?" My voice sounded rough to my ears. Instead of answering she leaned into me. In the dark, I could smell the faint peach scent of her hair, hear her tiny, quick breaths, feel the heat from her body. "I'll give it to you. You only need to ask." I wanted to drop to my knees and spread her legs, show her what it was like. I wanted her to know the urgency, the sharp pain and need of it as I pleasure her with my lips. My teeth. My tongue. My fingers. I wanted to hear her cry out, dig her fingers into my scalp, feel the tight press of her legs around my shoulders. "Kara." Her mouth was a breath away from mine, but she leaned away when I tried to claim it. I licked my lips, watching her mouth. Thinking of all the things I wanted her to do with it. "Uh-uh." She shook her head. Had I wanted anyone so desperately like this before? Had I even wished for it? Never. Until Kara. I closed my eyes when she flattened her palms on my stomach, leaned closer, and placed her mouth to my ear. I shivered when I felt her warm, sweet breath. "Later," she murmured and pulled away. My jaw hung open. I watched in stunned silence as she opened the door, threw me one last look and smile—that knowing smile that a woman gives a man when she knows she holds all the power—and closed the door to my face.