8. Julian
The guys aren't so happy about our newest little addition to the dorm, but I can’t say I hate the idea of her being around. The guys are great, but man, are they lame ninety percent of the time, not to mention Wren is beautiful.
I’m not partial one way or the other most of the time, but I think I've had my fill of sweaty man ass in that dorm the last two years.
She’s only been in the dorm one day, and I’d already been tempted to hop in the shower with her. If she weren’t mortal, I would’ve, but I was already pushing my luck with the lock.
I’d gone and gotten a key made while she was in her meeting, so if she really pushed the matter, I had an out, but in that moment, I’d been unable to resist.
It was as if I needed to see her, be near her—anything, really.
And it’s not like I saw anything; by the time I got in there, the glass was already fogged, unfortunately.
Even still, it was enough: the smell of her, the distorted outline of her sexy little ass… It went right to my head like a drug, and I haven’t been able to get her out since.
Which is why, despite her brushing off my offer to show her around earlier, I’d come to double down.
Thankfully, this time it would seem I have the upper hand.
“So, how do you like your counselor? Get one of the old creeps?” I feel her go stiff, and my jaw ticks.
We have a lot of less-than-savory, perverted professors, most of whom are mortals. I’ll have to talk to Nolan and see if he could get her switched; there's no way I’ll be able to sit around knowing she’s stuck with someone who makes her uncomfortable.
“Um, no,” she says, looking down at the paper she’d just gotten back from Titus before she folds it once, twice, three times, and shoves it into her back pocket. “Mr. Adler seemed young enough.”
Adler.
Now her reaction makes no sense.
I make a mental note to ask him about it later.
“Yeah, he’s one of two that were born this century. You got lucky, I suppose,” I tell her and see her eyes harden.
I bark a laugh at her reaction, unable to hold it in because I’m pretty sure she might be the first girl in the whole school to get upset about being paired with him. Usually, girls are tripping over themselves to be locked in a room with him for an hour each week.
I mean, I get it. He’s a good-looking guy, but come on, he wasn’t all that.
My harsh laugh bounces off the walls around us and makes Wren flinch, sobering me and making me feel like an ass.
Shit, that’s not a good sign, but she bounces back fast enough that I’m not sure I’m the reason she flinched.
I make a mental note to keep an eye on her.
Not that I won’t already be doing that; I can’t seem to keep my eyes off her if I’m being honest.
She’s small, a dainty little thing with soft features, bright blue eyes, and pretty blonde hair that she seems to favor braiding and throwing over her shoulder.
She’s cute, soft, and natural, her gaze often seeming far away. She has that girl-next-door look that doesn’t require makeup and shocks everyone when they finally realize it, but more than that, she’s good.
I can feel it, like her aura simply can’t contain it all.
She’s got her sharp edges, but I bet I can smooth them out for her. Lord knows I’m more than happy to try.
And don’t start me on her scent.
Titus says she smells like she’s going to give us cavities, and for once he might be right. Though he made it sound bad, I’d happily go to the dentist if it means getting to bask in her cotton candy, sugary sweet scent.
I watch her as we move through the halls toward the cafeteria, her head on a swivel as she tries to take in everything around her.
Titus can stomp around and huff and puff all he wants, but my little Pookie isn’t going anywhere if I can help it.