After wandering around the academy grounds for a while, letting time slip by without really thinking about where my feet were taking me, I suddenly felt it—that familiar prickling sensation on the back of my neck. The kind that told you someone had their eyes locked onto you for longer than what could be considered normal.
I slowed down and turned my head toward the source of that stare.
Charlotte.
She was standing there, not even bothering to hide the fact that she was watching me. Her eyes were fixed on me with an intensity that made it obvious she hadn't just noticed me by accident. It had been a long time since I last saw her. Even longer since the last time we actually slept together. Because of that, my first thought was simple and honestly kind of crude.
She must've been pent up. Frustrated. Probably wanting sex just like the other girls had been lately.
The way she started walking toward me only reinforced that assumption. Her pace was fast, purposeful, almost desperate.
