ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔼𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟

𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒂 𝑺𝒕. 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏

Kol's hands were burning, so I drove his car to his apartment.

"How could you be so fucking stupid?" I yell.

I've been going at it for the past 7 minutes about how stupid it was to fight Gavin.

"What if professors saw? The dean? The police? You could've been in so much trouble," I continue.

"I'm flattered you're so concerned about me," Kol taunts. I smirk and drag two fingers across the scratch marks on Kol's face. He grunts in pain and glares at me.

My phone rings and I take it out of my pocket. I look at the caller ID and see it's Angela. Since I'm driving, I put the phone on speaker.

"He didn't fuck me, Maya," she yells.

"Well, hello to you too," I respond, not shocked about her outcome with Leo.

"Why didn't he fuck me? I looked sexy as hell. My boobs were basically spilling out of my top," she groans.

Kol and I side-eye my phone. "You sound a little thirsty, Angie," I taunt.

"You want to talk about thirst? Let's talk about the different ways you said you would fuck Kol? And the handcuffs," she yells.

I rushed to hang up the phone and I threw it in the backseat. Kol is staring at me. He doesn't say anything. I don't say anything out of embarrassment. Angela with her big fucking mouth.

"Handcuffs," Kol mumbles. Almost as if he was talking to himself.

"Turn right on Hanglebesh Drive," the GPS says.

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I follow behind Kol to his apartment. He opens the door and my jaw drops.

The outside of the apartment already looked expensive. But, his actual apartment....was crazy.

He had three guitars hanging on the wall with artistic and goth-like decorations all over his living room. His apartment was a nice ambiance of grey with hints of white and black in the corners.

He has a big bookshelf in his living room with every book known to man. That was heaven.

I want to live in this apartment.

"Are you secretly rich?" I ask.

"Both my parents are brain surgeons. They gave me a little chunk of change for my apartment," Kol responds.

A little?!

I notice as Kol gauges my reactions to everything. I walk over to where his bookshelf and scan the books. I run my fingers over the guitar that's next to the bookcase.

"It's a 1957 Gibson Custom," Kol says. I turn to him and smile. "Will you play something for me?" I ask.

Kol walks over to me. His body is right in front of mine and I am backed against the bookshelf. He lifts his arm and I take a whiff of cologne. He grabs the guitar and get's ready to play.

He starts fingering with a couple of strings before he starts to play the melody of Do I Wanna Know by Arctic Monkeys.

I watch his face relax as he slips into his own little world. The way his fingers were moving across the guitar.

The way he looked like he was in love with what he was doing did something to me.

It wasn't just horniness...it was something else.

Kol finishes playing and looks up at me. "I loved it," I smile and he does too. Like, he actually smiles. None of the mouth corners tipped up just a little. He actually genuinely smiled.

His smile made me smile more. His smile lit up my day. He had small dimples that made him look even more attractive. His smile and the way his eyes glistened were doing something to me. It was making me feel different. Making me want to act differently.

Why was a stupid smile making me act this way?

Kol puts his guitar back up and leads me to the bathroom. I would clean his wounds and then go back to my dorm. That's it!

These feelings are weird. I don't like the way Kol is making me feel. Making me want to be around him all the time.

He hands me his first-aid kit. How was I going to do this? Before I could even suggest what to do, Kol picks me up like I weigh nothing and sits me down on the counter. He splits my legs apart and stands in between them.

"What are you doing?" I whisper. "Giving you the access to take care of me," he responds.

If I moved just an inch closer, I would be able to feel his dick.

But something inside of me was telling me not to rush this.

But what is this?

I open the box and take out the supplies. I clean and disinfect his wounds.

"I have to stitch your cut," I say.

"You know how to stitch?" he asks.

"There was this guy I was seeing when I was 15 and he had a motorcycle. My Mom told me to stay away from him but seeing as that was my Mom, " I explained. "We were on our way to his house when he made a sharp turn, and the motorcycle flipped over."

I take out the materials I need and organize them. "He ended up in the hospital, but all I had was a cut on my ribs. Googled how to fix it. And I'm a fast learner."

I poke my finger to make sure the needle is sharp enough.

"Brace yourself," I say. He grabs the sides of the sink counter.

I grab his jaw and turn it ever so slightly. I prick his skin with the needle and he hisses. Once it punctures his skin, I move it in a direction, as if I was sowing clothes.

His hands slowly move up until it's on my bare thighs. My breath hitches and I almost get distracted from the task at hand. As I continue to help his cut, he grips my thighs and pinches his eyes close.

The grip he has on my thighs makes my breathing pick up and my heart pound. The next direction I move in makes him groan and the sound sends a pulse through my entire body.

I let out a deep breath and finish his stitches. I cut the strand and put everything away. I was long done, but Kol was still gripping my thighs. "I'm finished, Kol," I say.

"I know," he replies. I look down at his hands on my thighs and his gaze follows. He moves his hands and I gasp at the red hand marks he left. He smirks at my reaction.

"Do you want something to eat?" he asks. "I can make you something."

I jump off the counter and head back to the living room. I grab my backpack and sling it over my back. "I should actually get going. I have...homework to do," I explain.

I need to get out of here. Away from Kol. That's what we agreed to. Staying away from each other. But, he makes it very hard.

As I was heading for the door, Kol grabs my arm. I turn around and see his chocolate brown eyes boring into my soul like his life depended on it.

"Please don't go," he whispers.

His face. The look on his face. This was the moment that decided everything. If I left, that would be the end of it. The end of us. If I left, I would never contact Kol again. Anytime I saw him, I would turn away. If I left, the emotions he was awakening inside me would disappear. There would no longer be a Kol. I could live my life without him invading all of thoughts.

"I'll stay," I whisper.

End of Chapter Eleven

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