My feet floated over the cobbles and my breaths were short and sharp, echoing around the sandstone walls. I slowed only briefly to dispose of the note Ty had left in the library, throwing it in a trash bin outside the Red Lion pub. Dodging evening revelers, I dashed into the grounds of my residency complex. My emotions collided in my chest as I sped along the tree-lined pathway that ran parallel to the halls. I was elated, turned-on, but also hugely frustrated. After all of this time waiting for Ty to take me again nothing had happened. There’d been no relief for my confusing, darkly twisted desires and barely a few minutes talking to him, finding out more about him, what was going on in that head of his. I was thankful there was no one around when I let myself into the four-bedroomed corridor I shared with Jane, Tara and Nat. They were still out partying and not likely to roll home until the early hours. That was usually the way. After letting myself into my room, locking the door and dropping my bag on the small dresser-cum-study desk, I glanced in the mirror.
