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It doesn’t. The watchful darkness still has me repressing shivers in the southern European summer.
I need to go home.
I can’t quite recall how or when I do make my way back to my dorms, but the next thing I know, I wake up, groggy, achy, as though I’d been partying all night.
I’m not one to linger in bed, but I do today. Not even my bladder can convince me it’s time to get to my feet.
I let myself crash again, waking much later in the day. This time, I have no choice but to run to the bathroom and pee.
My entire face flushes, remembering the last decision that pressing need forced me to make. The men’s bathroom.
What was I thinking?
I upgraded to a private dorm room, although they’re usually reserved for juniors and seniors; for three thousand per year, I can have my privacy and my own bathroom, such as it is.
It’s not bad really; the room itself is spacious and the boiler doesn’t run out of warm water until around seven thirty. My father’s apartment was certainly worse. It is pretty depressing that I don’t really have a home except for this place, but it’s really not that bad.
I spend my Sunday trying to focus on work, but replaying yesterday in a loop whenever I don’t catch myself. It takes me five hours to assimilate the text I’m trying to read instead of two.
My phone taunts me, tempting me into sending him a scathing text. Somehow, it would feel like accepting defeat though. Better that I leave him alone. Pretend I’m unaffected.
But the bottom line is, yesterday, I had sex in front of over a dozen strangers. Maybe they even took pictures. I didn’t see anyone do it, but the possibility is terrifying. Did they post them online?Will they?
The good news is, I’d never met any of those people other than Callum until then; the likelihood that I’d just bump into them now seems low.
I decide right there and then that I’m never allowed to spend any amount of time alone with Callum Noble ever again. The next time I see him, I’m running in the other direction—although that reduces me to the prey he accused me of being all those weeks ago.
And here I’m doing it again: thinking about him rather than my Lit assignment.
I sigh deeply, and force myself to breathe.
It’s not that bad. It’snot. Because I have a fat amount of money in my account, and nothing holding me here. If yesterday’s mess has destroyed my life, I can always pack up and leave. It would be a shame, when I just got to know Grace, but we can always chat online.
And you’d waste all the money you’ve spent on school this year.
Ugh!
Callum Noble is the literal fucking worst.
CHAPTER 12
callum
I’ve always been the patient sort, happy to painstakingly set up a castle of cards and step back to watch it fall when the time comes.
But this girl is seriously trying me.
I watch her now like I watched every day for the last few weeks. There’s no denying the changes; she’s jumpier, suspiciously looking over her shoulder, scanning the faces around her, trying to check if she knows them. If they could have been there that day.
I like it. Frankly, her fear shoots straight to my cock.
What I don’t like is the fact that she’s still not fucking grabbing her damn phone. Why does she even have that thing, to tell the time? Someone should tell her there are watches for that.
She’s worried, feeling backed into a corner, and she’s not calling me.What does a man have to do to get her damn attention?
It should have been the most obvious move. She’s worried about people talking about her, giving her shit; she should come to me. Tell me to leash the dogs. She knows they’re in my circle.
But then again, I also expected her to talk to me after the first night, and she didn’t.
