Katrina
The next morning, I was surprised to find Zavier, er, Leo, waiting outside in the hallway. I hadn't really expected to see him or Jude today; I thought they would have, at the very least, slept in longer than I had.
I felt nervous and unsure, but when my gaze locked on his, a flush of heat jolted through me. I knew my cheeks showed. He smirked at me, but his eyes were ravenous.
“Sleep well?” I asked, voice thick.
“I found it a bit… hard,” he responded.
“Good.” I flipped my hair over my shoulder and started walking.
I was stopped. His hand gripped mine, and I braced myself for him to pull me against him, but he only started walking alongside me as he intertwined our fingers.
My arm p.ulsed with a strange tingly warmth that shot from where we touched. I stepped closer to his s
