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Sebastian finds me in the library that night. I’m on the third floor in the stacks, looking for a book on Sherlock Holmes. He appears at the end of the row, blocking the light. “You skipped dinner,” he rumbles.
“That’s not why you’re here, though.”
“No?” He glances at his watch, then glances up.
The lights blink out.
His voice rumbles toward me again, this time in the dark. “Maybe I’m here to tell you the library is closing.”
My pulse jumps as he tugs me deeper into the stacks and presses his hand over my mouth. My eyes go wide. Not that he can see that. We can’t see anything.
We’re all alone in the dark, and he’s gently pressing me up against a hard, wooden bookshelf.
He groans my name as my eyes adjust to the darkness, finding his face hovering above mine. I smile. “Is this about the essay?”
“It can be. It can also be about the fact you didn’t eat, and curfew is in half an hour.”
“Oooh, sounds like we don’t have a lot of time to cover all of those bases, so let me reassure that you that I have an apple and some crackers back in my room and jump right to my essay.”
“Sure. The essay.” He clears his throat. “It doesn’t exactly meet the brief of the creative writing assignment.”
“Really?” My pulse is dancing right now, a skittering flutter under my skin. “I thought it was pretty creative. The idea that you took my virginity that night. That some people would say that I’ve already had sex for the first time.” My breath brushes against his cheek. “With you. In a truck stop bathroom.”
“You can’t write that shit down.”
“Your copy is the only copy.”
He groans again. “Why now?”
“Because it’s been a long, lonely month.” It’s the truth. “And you’re close enough to touch, but I’m not allowed to touch. It makes me sad.”
“We don’t always get what we want,” he points out.
Don’t I know it. “But you said you would spank me for not eating. I think that means that you care about what I need.”
“I do.” Two desperate, growled words.
I grin triumphantly. “Then you agree. Now that I know how good sex is—and we agree that we’ve already had sex, so to speak—it’s cruel to expect me to not have more of it. You don’t need to hold back, Sebastian. You’ve already taken my virginity. You just didn’t know it because you weren’t using the right terms.”
“That was your first time doing anything?”
“I was such a good girl before you shot your load between my legs, Sebastian.” I lick his cheek for good measure, to show him I’m a bad girl now. To give him a taste of just how much he’s ruined me.
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