An hour later Harry and Brooklyn definitely weren't talking. They weren't studying either.

Harry grabbed Brooklyn and pulled her close to him, crashing his lips to hers.

Brooklyn moaned softly and snaked her arms round Harry's neck. Harry tangled his fingers in Brooklyn's curls and gently lowered her onto the bed.

Brooklyn knew she should stop, but she didn't.

She knew that she was meant to be ignoring Harry, but she couldn't.

She knew that she didn't get close to guys, but Harry was different.

Her body was on fire. Every nerve was alive. Sparks were flying between her and Harry and they made her want more.

She had never...