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AVA

“You're one lucky bitch,” Mira said beside me. “You will finally get access to him.”

I exhaled sharply.

“I'm sure he'd invite you to his penthouse to discuss the project, I heard it's the biggest around the campus.”

Yeah, I live there.

And trust me, I wanted to tell her, but I feared what Mira would do if she found out.

“You might get to meet his hockey friends… I'm so jealous of you right now,” she whispered. “Maybe after the project discussion, he would invite you for a drink, then you guys can watch a movie, and who knows…you might finally get a kiss.”

“Mira!” I cut in. “Concentrate.”

She was quiet, but just for a minute. “Why the sudden resentment though? First you missed the game, then you're no longer a fan, now it seems like you don't want to hear anything about him.”

I remained silent, returning my attention to the lecturer.

But she didn't relent. “It's been almost two years of wanting to be noticed by him, and now you get that chance you suddenly hate him?”

“People grow, Mira. I just don't like him anymore,” I replied, which was a blatant lie, because just hours ago, I had been thinking of what his tongue could do.

The rest of the class went down with Mira refusing to drop the topic, and just as the lecturer dismissed the class, I hurried towards her.

“Ma'am, is it possible to swap partners,” I began, my voice pleading. “Me and Caden are a match made in hell, and I'm sure this will be a disaster if we aren't changed.”

She turned to me with a smile. “Ava, you're one of my brightest students. I'm sure you can make it work.”

“But—”

“No buts, Ava,” she interrupted. “I have already tabulated your names, so you two need to figure out a way to make it work.”

She smiled at me, patting my shoulders lightly before walking out.

******

By the time I returned home, my mood had somehow gotten worse. I threw my bag on the ground, falling to my bed as exhaustion filled me.

Not just exhaustion from school…but the incoming one of having to speak with Caden about the project.

He hadn't said a word since we were paired as partners, and I already knew he was going to make this harder than I imagined.

I opened my book; the topic coming into view made my stomach twist a little.

“Forbidden love in literature: Why Readers enjoy Impossible Love Stories.

Shit.

Of all topics, it just had to be this.

I stared at the page for a long time, before opening my laptop, creating a blank document and began typing

**Key points**

♠ Definition of Forbidden love.

♠ Reference examples with literature books.

*What is forbidden love?* I typed.

The question stared back at me, different thoughts  swirling through my head.

*Forbidden love was a love forbidden…something that ought not to be…just like my thoughts about Caden—shit!* I deleted it.

I tried again.

*It's an explosive feeling that makes you yearn, crave something you can't have…* I deleted it, groaning in frustration.

I moved to the next; Why do readers enjoy forbidden love?

*It's addictive. The obstacles, tension…*

I slammed my laptop shut. This was an absolute mess, and it was then I realized I couldn't do this alone.

I and Caden had to join heads together to provide good points if we wanted that 50%.

After much thinking I finally rose from my bed and headed out—to Caden’s room

It was going to be brief.

Knock. Introduce the topic. Get points together and leave,

I memorized the routine like my life depended on it.

But all that escaped my memory when I reached the front of his room.

It wasn't closed as I expected, it was slightly opened.

But that wasn't the problem.

The problem was I was hearing a sound, muffled—moans!

My breath hitched.

I knew I should walk away, but, “Fuck, Caden, please, uhh…” a familiar feminine voice rang out, spiking my curiosity.

I swallowed hard, my heart beating fast.

“Baby right there, that spot, deeper!!” she screamed out, and I needed to see…

‘Just a glance’ I told myself, ignoring the warnings in my head, as I peeked

There he was.

Caden, and Maya naked on the bed. But I could only see Maya’s face since his head was buried between her legs.

A wave of pleasure ran down my spine. ‘This was what his tongue could do.’

Caden raised his head, stroking his cock hard. I watched shamelessly as he positioned it on her entrance, and just when I reminded myself I had to leave—his eyes snapped to my direction causing a gasp out of me.

My feet moved immediately, hurried steps until I reached my room.

What the fuck??

He saw me…shit, he saw me watching.

I should have left, I shouldn't have gone there in the first place, what was I thinking?

I took in deep breath, as I fell to the bed trying to calm my breathing. It wasn't working,

I shut my eyes tight, and yet all I could see was his tongue, between her legs, sucking intensely.

Goodness Lord.

What have I done to myself? The image flashed again, but this time he was stroking hard, fast with his eyes fixated on me.

I spent the next hour trying desperately to delete the image from my head, until I drifted off.

I laid on the bed, without clothes, hands cuffed.

His hands loved slow, trailing down, and down, until it circled around my panties, pressing a finger directly.

A moan escaped my lips. “You're so fucking wet,” he whispered, his eyes locked on mine

“Touch me,” I managed to say, pushing myself closer.

“Which?” He asked. “My lips or fingers.”

“Li–”

He didn't wait for me to finish, his mouth connected with my pu*** causing a loud moan from me.

I jolted off my bed, my heart racing, body drenched in sweat. But nothing prepared me for the shocker.

Right at my table, he was there. I blinked, thinking I was seeing things. But no, Caden was still seated there, looking so relaxed as ever.

And on his hands were—shit.

I jumped off my bed, running straight to him and snatching it. “What the hell are you doing with my laptop?!”

A smirk formed on his face as he leaned back in the chair.

“Cade Hunter…” he said softly, while I tried to look unbothered. “That’s interesting.”

His eyes met mine.

“Cade… Caden,” he repeated, the smirk deepening. “Don’t you think that’s a little too close to be a coincidence?”