The Thrill

Play list for this Chapter: Cardigan by Taylor Swift

* DOVE *

I woke up to someone's frantic knocking on my bedroom door.

"Who is it?" I found myself asking in a sleepy voice.

"It's Cole. Are you decent?" He asked me through the other side and I smiled to myself before giving him the green light He came in and plopped down on the couch, running a hand through his hair.

"Get up. We're going to be late because of you." He told me and I groaned.

"I'm so tired! He woke me up so late and I couldn't sleep properly after that." I whined, looking at Cole who only stared at me in disbelief.

"Who woke you up at night?" He looked at me questioningly and I remembered he was asleep at the time. And I didn't feel like gossip first thing in the morning so I decided it was best to put off the whole topic for now.

"Is Abby up?" I asked him and he nodded. "Ugh fine. You guys should go. I'll walk today. I don't have the first class today anyway."

"Alright. Don't sleep in then. Bye" He got up from the couch and gave me a little wave before closing the door behind him and I could hear him running down the stairs and out the front door.

I looked at my phone on the bedside table. It was still 8 A.M. and my class didn't start till 10. I could sleep in a bit.. But that's a risk I wasn't willing to take. I'd sleep when I came back home. I pushed myself off of my bed, dragging myself under the shower to let the hot water pour down my body, my thoughts wandering to a certain stranger's kiss.

I felt my breath hitch at the thought and I closed my eyes, relishing in his touches that burned me inside out. He was rough and possessive about it. Something I haven't felt before. The way he held my waist and how his rough hands caressed my face. I sighed deeply, closing the shower and getting dressed. I settled for dark blue skinny jeans, a white t-shirt and a dark blue leather jacket. I quickly dried my hair and ran my fingers through it, letting its natural wave take over and grabbed my bag from a corner of the room, making my way downstairs. I ate the cereal that Abby had left out for me on the kitchen island and glanced at the time. 9 A.M. Putting the dishes in the sink I struggled with my black boots, one hand on the wall to balance myself and the other to zip them up.

I ran out, locking the door behind me and throwing the keys somewhere deep in my bag. I didn't look at the sleek black car that pulled into my driveway because I was too busy looking for my headphones,and so lost in thought that I didn't notice someone come out of the car and stand in my way until I bumped into them.

"Ow." I whispered, staggering back a few steps when an arm came out and held my waist, steadying me. I looked up and my eyes widened, quickly putting some distance between myself and the man and straightening my clothes, wiping off invisible dust off of them just so I could do something with my hands.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him in a voice I didn't even recognize as my own. That definitely came out harsher than expected.

"I came to see if you were gone yet or not." He answered, looking me up and down. "You look nice." Somehow his innocent comment struck something inside me and I could feel my cheeks heating up despite the cool air.

"Well I'm leaving so you can go now." I told him, hoisting my back up my shoulder and preparing for the walk ahead.

"I can take you. Come one. Get in." He gestured towards his car and I almost gave in. Almost.

"No thanks, I'm walking today." I told him and took a step before he came to stand in front of me.

"Let me walk with you then." He said it like he was offering to walk with me to my execution.

"Stalker much?" I bit back at him, narrowing my eyes and he smirked. He smirked. Why did he smirk?

"Get in the car. It's cold." He told me again and I shook my head.

"Do not make me repeat myself. Get in or I'll make you." He told me again and I was convinced this man had never heard a 'no' in his life. Especially from a woman. But then again, I wanted to know how he would make me.

"Why should I get in with you? For all I know you might be a kidnapper." I looked at him suspiciously and he ran a hand across his jaw. Did he do this when he was thinking about killing someone? I shook my head, letting my bizarre thoughts go back where they came from.

"If I had to kidnap you, I wouldn't have done it myself. I have men to do that for me. And even if I did, I would've gotten over with it last night." He bit out, and I realized he was right. I huffed out an impatient breath.

"Fine." I told him and he opened the passenger seat for me, letting me in. I made myself comfortable and buckled my seat belt, him settling beside me and starting the car. We drove in silence till we reached my college. He drove towards the entrance and I saw majority of the people at the front, still going in or sitting in the lawns at front. The problem was, I knew all of them. And they all knew me.

"No wait, stop!" I suddenly said but he didn't stop and just glanced at me.

"Why?" He drawled, looking at me lazily.

"Because... No reason." I shook my head and he smirked.

"You embarrassed to be seen with me?" He looked towards the front, driving slowly.

"No it's just..." I sighed, running a hand over my face, panic filling me when he drove towards the front, and all eyes turned to us. I squirmed in my seat. "I just broke up with someone and I'm already seen with another man." I whispered, trailing off when I saw Derek talking to his friends, and I tensed all over.

"Parli del fidanzato." (Speak of the boyfriend.) He said, grunting and I followed his gaze and saw he was also looking at Derek before he stopped at the front entrance, turning towards me.

"Why do you care what people think?" He asked me and I shrugged. And before I grabbed any more unwanted attention, I quickly slipped out of his car. He came out too and my eyes widened in alarm, and I face palmed myself internally.

Great. Now whoever wasn't looking at us is looking too.

He took out my bag and walked over to me, handing it to me, and I took it hesitantly, looking around at all the glances being thrown our way. I forced myself to look up into his eyes and saw him smirking.

"Perché lasci che questa merda ti colpisca?" (Why do you let this shit affect you?) He asked me and I tilted my head.

"What?" I asked him and before I could register what he was doing, an arm snaked behind my waist and I was pulled to his chest, hitting him in the chest, my hands on the lapels of his jacket and he leaned down, slowly, as if time was moving in slow motion. He put his lips on mine, and major deja vu struck me as I remembered last night.

My eyes closed automatically, my lips parting slightly as he slid his tongue inside, tasting every corner of my mouth. I gasped when he bit my lip ever so slightly, then a small moan left me when he licked that part so sensually, and his grip on my waist tightened, his other hand grabbing the nape of my neck. He kissed me hard, roughly. And I liked it. I wanted more.

"Cazzo, hai un buon sapore." (Fuck you taste good.) He spoke against my lips, fanning them with his hot breath and I shuddered a bit as his thumb traced my jaw and stroked my cheek, my skin tingling where ever he touched. He left me breathless, wanting so much more, but I pulled away, putting some distance between us. The blood rushed to my cheeks when I saw his amused expression, and I averted my gaze.

"Thank you.. for the ride." I told him and turned around to go when he called out to me.

"Wait! When are you going to be free?" He asked me with a hopeful glint in his eyes. I wanted to tell him. So bad.

"3 P.M." And I told him. He gave me the faintest of a smile, and my heart beat faster at the sight. I smiled back and walked up the stairs, my face still burning from the contact, while I was unaware of all the looks being thrown my way. Well, all except one. His gaze burned a hole in my back and made goosebumps rise on my neck before he drove off.

I released a breath I didn't even realize I was holding, a smile creeping up on my face as I touched my lips before dropping my hand and making my way to class.

Something about him screamed danger. There was something dark about the way he looked at me. Something about his rough and possessive touches that pulled me in like a magnet. It was like everything was telling me to stay away from him. He was a walking red flag. But I always had a thing for those. A longing for the thrill, for the danger. I guess I always had a thing for bad boys.

And I had a feeling he loved corrupting innocent women as much as he loved the thrill.