"…going to get the materials, but then she suddenly stopped him and grabbed my arm…"
I was seated by myself in the lecture room when this strange girl approached me, and since then her mouth had not stopped moving. I stopped listening at some point after realizing she wasn't passing along any important message. I doubted she was even a course mate. I wondered how she was able to approach me — no one did that these days.
Except Jesse… and Baby.
Suddenly, I caught a whiff of the scent.
Her scent.
I recognized it before I saw her, and instantly my attention was stolen, my body transfixed. She didn't look at me. I knew why.
She kept walking.
And I kept staring.
Within a minute, she was already seated beside her friend — the one I always saw her with — who immediately leaned in and whispered something to her. Baby kept her head down, but her body betrayed the amusement blooming beneath her skin.
Then, like a miracle, she looked up.
Her eyes found mine.
And I swear it wasn't another hallucination — she mouthed, Hi.
I wanted to rush to her. I wanted to hold her, smell her, keep her close — anything at all to calm the frenzy she'd just ignited in me. I waited for more.
But she had already turned her attention elsewhere.
Not on me anymore.
The loss made something twist in my chest. But I got over it quickly.
I finally had something to defend my so-called "stalking," as people liked to call it.
Baby had acknowledged me.
Another dizzying wave rushed through me, my breathing growing shallow and uneven. My eyes rolled back as pleasure bloomed again — sharp, overwhelming, undeniable.
Fuck.
Baby.