What the hell is wrong with me? Like really, what was I thinking? Letting him fingerfuck me yet again and where! In the fucking library! It's like I totally lost my mind and don't exist outside the world where Colton Thompson is allowed to do whatever he wants with my pussy. And he wants fucking everything...

"Ava?" I turn my head, meeting Grace's gaze. She smiles at me, arching her brow quizzically. "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing." I retort, shrugging my shoulders. "School stuff."

Liar. Thompson sent me a message 15 minutes ago, and he's the only thing I have had on my mind since then. My own behavior when he's around drives me nuts, and I want to find a way to snap out of it. Desperately. Hopefully going to the movies with him will help with that. At least I want it badly. I need to find reasons to keep my distance, and if I get to know him a bit better - that might just happen. He doesn't really strike me as my type of guy, except for a few things.

"Really?" Layla chimes in, eyes full of mischievous glint. "What are your plans for tonight?"

As if I'm going to tell you! Ha! Not while Grace is around for sure. "Staying in, doing nothing."

My best friend smirks, but doesn't push for anything more. She shifts her attention to her roommate. "What about you?"

"Kaleb and I are going on a date. He wants to go to the movies, but I'm not really up for it." Movies? No, no, no! I don't want anyone to see me with Colton. It's absolutely out of the question.

"What does he want to see?" I ask innocently, feign interest.

"Dune." Fuck. That's the exact same movie we're going to see. "He said he wants to have dinner together, and then go to the movies since Dune isn't playing until later... but I don't know."

"From what I know, it is supposed to be an awesome movie." Layla comments, biting a banana and continuing with her mouth full. "Have you seen the cast?"

"We have seen Layla Benson being the hamster." I frown, narrowing my eyes on her. She snorts, and pokes her tongue out at me. I avert my gaze and focus on Grace. "The cast is really great, but I'm not sure about the rest. Like, Star Wars never was my thing, and I think it might be something like that. Do you like Star Wars?"

Please, say no. "Of course! It's the most iconic series I have ever watched." Grace beams, winking at me. "You actually made it a hundred times easier, Ava. We're definitely going to the movies."

"Yay!" I laugh it off, trying to figure out what I can wear so she won't recognize me even if she notices me. Though, the most important question I should be asking, what he's going to wear so no one recognizes him. Colton Thompson is pretty well-known in this area, and him showing up with any girl at the movies will cause a big scene. Ow, I already feel terrible.

"Mason, as two hot and single bitches, why don't we go somewhere together? It's Friday night after all." Layla playfully cocks her eyebrow at me, looking pleased with herself.

"Actually," I grab my things and dump them into my backpack. "I have a date."

"WHAT?!" My best friend yelps.

"WITH WHO?!" Grace follows my bestie's lead, literally screaming like a freaking banshee.

I roll my eyes, shaking my head. "You're so gullible." I stand up from the table and look at them in turns. "I've got an ARC I was hoping to read, so tonight I have a date with my new book boyfriend."

Liar, liar, liar. I smile so hard, so it feels like my teeth are hurting. I'm still very leary around Grace, and don't believe I have any reason to trust her, unlike Layla. My best friend has been warming up to her roommate, and I decided not to stir the pot. She has got a mind of her own, and if she wants to give her another chance, it's up to her.

"When I die from boredom, I'll come back as a fucking ghost and I'll haunt your lazy ass, Mason. Mark my words, cause it will be exactly like that." Layla points her finger at me, then stands up as well and stretches her hands in the air. "Though, maybe it's a sign I should call Tray?"

"No." Grace and I exclaim at the same time, and timidly smile at each other.

"Why?" My bestie whines, gaping at us in confusion, with her eyes big and almost popping out of their sockets.

"Because you don't like him, duh." I shrug my shoulders, take my leather jacket from the back of the chair it was on and put it on.

"And because the last time you saw him, you spent an hour arguing instead of watching a movie together." Grace zips her jacket and takes her books from the table, pressing them to her chest. "You never promised him anything. You weren't official, but he acted like an ass. A jealous ass."

I sneak a glance at Layla's roommate and bite my bottom lip. She's not that bad, isn't she? Then why did she sleep with Thompson knowing about Layla's crush? She could have ruined their friendship for a meaningless hookup! Maybe I should ask him about it? Why did he choose her?

"You two are no fun." Layla takes her sports bag from the floor. She still has practice while I can go back to the dorm. For me, school is already over. "Next party I'll be officially on a lookout for someone else."

Someone else? Very unlikely. It will be Clay. I'll do anything to make it happen. Even talk to Drake if I need to... even if it's going to be awkward as hell. All my interactions with him recently ended with him falling quiet and not adding even a word. As if I pluck the electricity out of him and he doesn't have the energy to continue the conversation. Or he wants to talk, but it's me this time who isn't interested. Or busy. I don't really like it and want to fix it. He's my childhood friend and all this tension isn't healthy.

"We will be on a lookout." I correct her, veering around and heading to the hallway. "I'm just as single as you are."

Layla lines up with me, sneaks a discreet glance at Grace and then leans to my ear. "Single? Or smitten with Thompson?"

I give her my middle finger, without adding anything. She's annoying. And so fucking nosey! I never pry into her life, but for some reason she thinks it's okay to pry into mine. Always. "See you tomorrow?"

"Definitely." Layla briefly hugs me and takes a step back.

"So far I don't have any plans for Saturday, so I'd be happy to hang out with you two. Feels like we haven't done that in eternity." Grace plants a kiss on my cheek and steps to the side. "Bye Ava. See you later Layla."

"Bye." I mumble, chewing on my inner cheek and watching her go. She hasn't been that bad lately, but I don't want to let my guard down around her. Not yet.

"You're going to see Thompson, aren't you?" My sight darts to Layla and her smug smile. I heave a sigh, turn around and just go to the entrance. I'm not talking to her about it. Period. "You're fucking boring!"

"Love ya too bestie." I wave my hand without looking back at her. I do have plans to read, but also? I need to prepare for my date with Thompson. Oh my God! Did I just think about it as a date? I suck. For real.

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It's not a date. It's not a date. It's not a date. Curious, if I repeat it a handful of times again, will I believe it? So far, it's not fucking working. Ugh! I suggested it myself because I want to know more about him. I need to find reasons not to like him. To keep him away from me. Also, I don't really like to be in debt and I owe him an orgasm. Two actually, but we will see how it will go. 'we're not fucking in the movies' flashes in my head, and I chuckle. As if he would be able to say no to me. He's naive for sure.

I notice him from afar, roaming my eyes over his form. Relief washes over me instantly because he is wearing a pair of black Nike sweatpants and hoodie paired with NewBalance sneakers. Sporty and comfy, as if he doesn't really care what he looks like. Though, just to be honest with myself, even like that he looks absolutely stunning and effortless. I quickly scan the cars parked near the building and notice his Lexus RX. The posh bastard.

"Hey." I walk up to him and stop, peering at him in the eyes.

Thompson rakes his gaze over my face and down to my body. I watch him intently, wanting nothing more but to see his reaction and he doesn't disappoint. His pupils widen, making his eye color close to black. Duh, I always know what I'm doing when it comes to my clothes, and today is not an exception. I am wearing a polka-dot black dress, black tights and black leather jacket with black boots. My hair collected into a high ponytail with a few locks I left framing my face on purpose. No lipstick, just lip balm and mascara on my eyelashes.

"Hey Ava." He purrs my name, and my lips stretch into a huge grin. "When you said you would be late, I didn't think we were going to miss the first 10 minutes of the movie."

I lift my shoulder in a tiny shrug. "Grace should be here with her boyfriend. I didn't want them to see me with you." I cock an eyebrow at him, expecting him to smile back at me, but he doesn't. Instead, he hides his hands in his pockets, at once becoming broody. Erm, what's wrong with him?

"Well, let's go then." His voice is dull, and shivers like tiny ants spread across my skin. We saunter inside and he lets me in first, and we proceed to the concession stand. The girl who works here smiles at us politely. "Can I get something for you?"

"An ice cream..." I mumble, standing up on my tiptoes to have a better look. "... with M&Ms."

Colton fights the smile that blooms on his face, then averts his gaze from me and buys two ice-creams with M&Ms for us. We wait in silence, and nervousness finds its way under my skin. Nothing is how I imagined it. How am I supposed to get to know him if he keeps silent and more so, avoids looking at me? He's infuriating!

"Do you always order this ice-cream?" Fuck it. I can take the initiative into my own hands.

"Most of the time." He answers, taking the ice-cream from the girl and handing one to me. "Not that I'm a frequent visitor, I prefer the comfort of my place."

Me too. Damn him. "I kinda noticed that." Our gazes lock as we stroll down a hall leading to the movie theater for Dune. "A Netflix lover... and a secret admirer of Disney."

Thompson laughs curtly, shaking his head. "Disney is just a phase, when I'm in the mood. It doesn't happen often, and only under very specific circumstances. While Netflix? Never regretted buying a subscription."

I put my hand on the door handle, a question lingers on my tongue. "What is your favorite TV-show that you recently watched?"

"Why does this sound like an interrogation?" He bends his head down, looking me in the eyes.

"I barely know you, so I'm trying to dig at least a little something." His gaze slides to my mouth, and my heartbeat accelerates. Ice-cream in my hand is the only thing that stops my skin from firing up. "So?"

He taps on my nose and leans away. "You."

Me? I blink, and he opens the door entering the movie theater. It takes one second for me to realize he meant one of my most favorite tv-shows ever. Houston, I think we have a problem. Instead of finding reasons for me not to like him, I find more and more the ones that draw me to him. What the hell am I supposed to do with that?

Suddenly, he grabs my hand in his and drags me inside the movie theater. Shit! I spaced out! "Sorry." I whisper, as he edges to the row furthest in the back. We sit down and I finally sweep my gaze over the place. Barely twenty people, and we're pretty far from all of them. As if he chose these seats on purpose... to have me all to himself.

"For someone who didn't want to be seen in my company, you sure put us on a full display." He comments quietly once we settle into our seats.

"Didn't expect You to be your favorite tv-show." I sass back, taking a spoonful of my ice-cream. "Should I be worried?"

"Nah, I'm not a serial killer." He shoves a spoon into his mouth. "What is yours? Your favorite tv-show?"

Should I tell him the truth? Is it even a question? "Actually..." I trail off, and he turns his head to look at me.

"You?" I nod, and he snorts, hanging his head low. When he finally calms down and looks at me, a playful smile scatters all over his lips. "Should I be worried?"

"Who knows?" I smirk. "Sometimes we do bad things for the people we love. It doesn't mean it's right; it means love is more important."

"You're that kind of a fan? Knowing the quotes by heart?" He looks at me sideways. "A bit geeky."

"I'm a nerd. I love reading books, annotating them, and saving my favorite moments in highlighter. So quote things I remember from a tv-show? It's not a big deal."

"Yeah, Clay told me about the books you read." He mocks, but his tone of voice doesn't sound judging. It's full of mischief. "What was the one he saw about? He mentioned sex between stepsiblings."

"Maybe one day I will read you that moment. Aloud." I wink at him, and he cracks a smile. Taking another spoon of his ice-cream he focuses his attention on the screen, and I do the same. We will always have time to talk later.

Almost two hours later, I barely watch what has been happening on the screen. I didn't lie to Grace when I said I never liked Star Wars, so I couldn't get into this movie either. Even if Zendaya and Timothée Chalamet are fucking perfection, it doesn't save me from boredom. I tried to sit upright, then lean forward, then put my legs on the row in front of me. Nothing has helped, and I'm incredibly annoyed. Unlike Thompson. He's totally immersed in the movie, and is ignoring everything I do. Or so I think.

His palm on my knee stops me from swinging my leg back and forth. I gawk at him, a deep wrinkle between my eyebrows proves my irritated state. He roams his eyes over my face. "You don't like the movie?"

I shake my head no, and he bites the inner side of his bottom lip. "I'm still here, right? Usually I just leave and wait for my friends outside."

"You should have told me you don't like it." His quiet voice sounds soft. "We could have left. Gone for a walk for example... anything."

"It's okay," I retort, licking my lips and his sight drops to my mouth. "You seemed really into it."

Colton shifts in his seat and faces me. He gently cups my cheek and I part my lips, holding his gaze. Yet, he does nothing, staring at me as if I'm not from this planet... or made of porcelain and he's afraid to break me. God, someone please make this guy less confusing!

I inch forward and gently press my lips to his, closing my eyes the second his hot breath envelopes me. Our kiss is slow, but for some reason, it takes all my emotions onto the next level. I nibble on his bottom lip, and he opens his mouth for me, letting me slip my tongue inside. I shuffle in my seat and press my palm to his chest, even through his hoodie feeling his rapid heartbeat. It sets my body on fire... this simple realization how much my presence affects him... The guy who had countless hookups wants me as if I'm the only girl in this world. As if I'm the only one he has eyes for.

The moment I allow myself to think like that, my mind goes overboard. I barely know him. I'm making assumptions without even a second thought... Colton Thompson doesn't date anyone. He doesn't even sleep with anyone more than once. I'm just another hookup... the girl who owes him two orgasms, nothing else. Once, I already made this mistake, letting myself believe that the guy can change for a girl. They never do. Not when they are that young anyway. It's all in my fucking head, and it will be better if I remember that.

I glide my palm down his chest and to his groin. His dick is hard and I feel him up through his sweatpants. Colton groans in our kiss, and I take it as a sign of approval from his side. I run my fingers up and down, and his hand reaches over my ponytail, tugging on it and making me hiss. This roughness is new to me, but I can't say I don't like it. Quite the contrary actually.

Breaking our kiss, I move my lips down his chin and lower to his throat. His cologne is woody and has notes of tobacco. My skin warms up from our closeness and I suck on his neck, leaving a hickey. Just because it feels right. His cock becomes thicker under my touch, and I feel twitching of my clit. I'm so turned on, so I honestly don't even care where we are anymore.

As soon as I try to pull his dick out of his pants, Colton freezes. He grabs the back of my neck and forces me to look him in the eyes. I gaze intently at him through my blurry vision. "I told you, Ava. We aren't going to have sex in the movies."

"And I told you that sounds like a challenge." I whisper, moving my hand over his dick. Why is he so fucking stubborn?! He wants it just as much as I want it, so why restrain ourselves? Besides, darkness is exactly what we need for a BJ. "Let me make you feel good."

"Kissing you feels good..." Colt hums huskily, and my breathing hitches in my throat. His gaze is so heavy, as if he's looking at my very soul. He sees right through me, and it shouldn't be like that. Not with someone like him. "I don't need anything else."

The second he says it, I flip. I don't want a committed relationship. Being fuck buddies suits me damn well, and I don't have plans to change my mind. At least not in my first year. And not for someone who won't be around as soon as this school year is over.

Not breaking eye contact, I slowly slide my hand into his pants, grabbing his dick. How the fuck is he so thick?! Colton grasps my ponytail again, pulling me close to him. "What are you doing?"

"I owe you two orgasms." I pant, jerking him off slowly.

"You don't owe me..." He falls quiet for a moment, shutting his eyes. "You don't owe me anything... It's not a fucking debt, Ava... Stop..."

He sounds uncertain, and I go for it. I pull out his cock and tilt my lips to his. "Just enjoy this, Colton..."

Bending my head down, I finally look at his dick and dear God, I'm so grateful it's dark. I have never seen such a thick cock in real life! Only on pornhub, and the only man that comes to my mind as I stroke him mindlessly - is Manuel Ferrara. Though, I even thought no one could be that big in reality... and here we are. Colton motherfucking Thompson has the thickest dick I have ever seen, let alone touched.