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I take a look around, my eyes scanning the pavement. “Well, let me get you away from here…or I can distract you.” I look at him, a small smile pulling at my lips.

He raises a brow. “Distract me how?”

“How do you wanna be?” I slide my hand onto his lower back, and he jumps a little bit.

“That tickles,” he mumbles.

I can’t help but snort. “It didn’t tickle last night.”

“Sometimes it just does.” He frowns at me, but then his eyes shift to my mouth. “I…would really like to kiss you before going to class.” His admission kicks me into gear.

“Come on, then.” I grab him by the wrist and pull him away from the storefronts around the corner of the last building.

“Where are we going?” Ethan asks.

I roll my eyes as I pull him closer, turn him around, and push him up against the brick wall. He gasps, but doesn’t push me away as I step in closer. I put a foot between his, my thigh resting just against his groin.

“Right here, baby,” I tell him in a low whisper.

“Mm. I guess this is okay,” he whispers back. Both of us are holding our coffees to the side and down. Mine nearly slips out of my fingers, but I don’t care. It’s the last thing on my mind.

Before I can lean in and kiss him, Ethan kisses me first, showing a confidence in this moment that I wasn’t expecting. He kisses me slow but deep, his lips melting into mine. Our lips are like fire and ice at the same time, moving in tandem, but getting more and more desperate as the seconds go on.

I moan into his mouth as I lick into it, tasting blueberry muffin and hazelnut latte. Ethan’s free hand slides onto my waist, and I press him tighter against the wall.

We have mere minutes before I know he’ll say he needs to get to class, thatIneed to get to class, so I want to make the most of this moment.

I slide my own hand up the front of his sweater and along his stomach, feeling his muscles tense under my fingers.

I dance my tongue around his, feeling his body turn into a puddle between me and the wall.

Ethan groans into my mouth and flicks his tongue against my own, as if to tell me he wants more. I break the kiss to breathe for a second.

“Fuck. I’d fuck you right here against this fucking wall if I could,” I growl at him.

He shivers and leans his forehead against mine. “I almost want to let you.”

I grin at him and slide my fingers along his belt.

“Almost,” he repeats, and then softly kisses the corner of my mouth.

Suddenly, I hear footsteps behind us.

“Seriously?” a voice says from behind us. I immediately turn around, shielding Ethan with my body, prepared to defend him in any way I have to.

“What the fuck do you want?” I hiss, not even knowing who it is.

In the early morning light, I recognize a fellow college student…and Greivan. Victor. He’s nothing in comparison to the others, just a lowly little freshman who barely does anything in the underground, but here he is, grinning at us like he’s doing something useful.

“I can’t believe you’re still messing with that little bitch,” Victor spits at me.

I take several steps closer, letting my cup fall to the ground as my hands ball into fists.

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talkin’ about, little boy,” I growl.

“Dante, what’s going on?” Ethan says from behind me.

“Aww, is your little bitch scared?” Victor taunts. “I don’t know why you’re even here with him. He’s never gonna give you what you want.”