Hayes P.O.V.

Damn it! I am staring at her again. I need to stop. I am right behind her, watching as she nervously plays with her shiny hair.

Shit! I am sitting in the classroom smelling her, and I am getting hard. I need her. Because all I want to do is grab her and tell her I am sorry, and I was wrong rejecting her and hurting her.

I want to pick her up. And take her out of here and take her somewhere private where no one can see us when I am making her mine. I want to show her and make up for what I did...