My heart beats like crazy with nerves and anticipation as we head out, cutting back across the campus to the North Quad. It’s dark out, the paths lit by street-lamps and busy with party-goers and students heading back from the bars. I sneak a look over at Ash, and feel my pulse kick all over again. He definitely wants me. The flirting doesn’t mean anything. We always flirt, it’s what we do. And that footsie in the bar might have been an accident. But the way he looked when Professor Hadlow came over and started hitting on me? That was jealousy, pure and simple. Ash was jealous. The knowledge makes my thighs clench with lust. If any other guy pulled that ‘arm around the shoulder’ possessive bullshit, I’d have told them where to get off, but when Ash pulled me closer, it was so damn hot. Everything the man does is hot. “So where are we going?” I ask, hurrying to keep up with his long strides. “Patience.” “And what are we going to do? We can’t get caught,” I add, worried.
