Existence 03 - Ceaseless

“Better hurry or you’ll be late.”
    She shook her head then her eyes zoned in on the book bag now over my shoulder. A small frown puckered her brow. “What are you doing?” she asked.
    “Taking your books inside. It looked heavy,” I started walking before she could decide she wanted her book bag back. I was carrying it inside. I wanted every male in the vicinity to see me carrying her bag. I already had to deal with the soul mate. I didn’t want to be forced to see her with anyone else. I was staking my claim.
    “Oh. Well, yeah. We got a lot of info at freshman orientation , then I had to go to the bookstore and pick up some books I didn’t have. This is the only class I have today. Apparently this professor is anal and doesn’t want to miss one day of class.”
    I loved hearing her talk. When we got to the door I opened it and stepped back so that she could walk in. She glanced back toward the tree where I’d been standing when she walked up and then back at me. “I saw you with a girl and she was taking off her clothes for you? Did she change her mind and decide that stripping in public was a bad idea?”
    The cute teasing note to her voice made me smile. “She wanted me to sign her bra. I told her I d on’t sign bras ; then I saw you and handed her back her marker so I could catch up with you before you got away.”
    “Oh,” she replied and stopped at the door marked 312. “And why don’t you sign bras?”
    Was Pagan flirting with me? Damn , that mischievous twinkle in her eyes dr i ve s me a little crazy. I closed the distance between us and bent my head down until my mouth was right besi de her ear. “There’s only one bra I’d like to sign.” Pagan’s breathing hitched and I smiled to myself before standing back up. I wanted a taste. It had been too long since I’d had a taste of her mouth…o f her skin.
    I stepped inside the classroom desperate to get hold of myself. Inhaling her scent had made my senses go on high alert. Pagan stepped inside while I held the door for her. The jeans she wore cupped her ass like a second skin. It was impossible not to watch as she walked across the room. Jerking my gaze from her , I scanned the other students to see who else was watching her. I didn’t want them looking.

Chapter Five
    Pagan
    Was he talking in my head , o r had I lost my mind? I hadn’t been able to focus on anything my calculus professor had said. Luckily it was a brief welcome and a n overview of the syllabus. Then we’d been dismissed. I was sure I’d missed something important but Dank Walker was beside me. Every female eye in the room was on him and my body tingle d every time he brushed his arm against mine , and it seemed that happened a lot. Almost as if he knew what it did to me and he made sure to do it just enough to keep me frazzled.
    My book bag was still slung over his arm as we left, I was being forced to endure every fan who stopped him to ask him about his concert , t o slip him their number and promise him everything from a deep throat to a strip show. If it wasn’t for the fact I really wanted my book bag and I wanted to see if he talked in my head anymore now that I was fully awake so I could gauge whether or not that was real, I’d have walked off and left him to his adoring fans .
    “Follow me,” Dank said as he took my arm and steered me away from a girl in midsentence. I had to run to keep up with him as he led me toward a large o ak tree behind the building. There was a picnic table underneath it. Was he hiding?
    “They won’t notice me back here,” he explained , making sure the tree was blocking him from the view of everyone else before he sat down on the picnic table. Something about seeing him sitting there seemed familiar. Almost as if I were experiencing d éjà vu . He smirked as if he’d read my mind.
    “I’m surprised you walked off and left that last girl. If you’d brought her back here I am more than positive you’d have gotten some pretty naughty action. She was getting ready to offer to carry your first born.”
    Dank chuckled and shook his head, “I’ll pass. Not my type.”
    So far I wasn’t sure what his type was. Not only did he seem to be stalking me , but I hadn’t see n him with anyone else. Was it because I was a challenge?
    “Why the interest in me? If I offer to strip for you , will that send you running away? Am I the unique toy you never got to play with? ” I made sure to smile as I asked. I didn’t want to