Wyatt wasn’t here yet.
The thoughts had my stomach cramping and sweat suddenly breaking out all over my body.
I had been dreading seeing Wyatt again.
The week had passed quickly and it was Friday when I stepped into the biology lab. My head is still reeling from that chance meeting along the path.
I’m not letting you get away from me that easy.
His words haunted me. They made me hot and bothered one moment, then panicked and angry the next.
Wyatt was a bad boy to the bone.
He tried to hide it behind a friendly smile and a laidback attitude, but the ruthless light in his eyes showed what an alpha he was under the veneer.
He was the kind of man so set to go after anything he set his sights on and determined that he wanted.
Once upon a time he had wanted me with that single-minded intensity.
His persistence was one of the things that drew me to him even when I hadn’t wanted it to. I hated the thought of being one of the cliché girls who fell for the bad boy but when I let myself for Wyatt, I had fallen hard.
When he left, it had destroyed me and had me doubting everything I thought I knew about myself.
I could never allow myself to feel so deeply for a man again.
Never.
Especially not a man like Wyatt.
As if I had conjured him, he suddenly appeared in the entrance.
I gasped, then my breath stuck in my throat.
Wyatt Murphy was the most gorgeous man; even if I didn’t want to admit it.
He was the walking definition of tall, dark, and handsome. His tall frame filled out a plain tee shirt and a pair of jeans. His attire was simple but he looked like he belonged on the cover of a magazine.
He was accompanied by three other guys. They were all obviously younger than he was, yet none of them carried even one tenth on the raw sex appeal that he did.
I had been so overcome with the panic and worry his presence brought that I had mostly overlooked how sexily he had aged.
The force of all that sexiness hit me right then. There was no ignoring or pushing it to the side.
I was sensible to a fault according to some but all my senses went right out the window then. Hormones that had been dormant for almost five years flared to life and I could remember his intimate touch so clearly is was like those five years hadn’t passed.
I wasn’t the only one who noticed Wyatt’s entrance or his attractiveness.
The female students all perked up, smiles at the ready and trying to subtly fix their hair and clothing before he looked their way.
I caught a growl in my throat, barely suppressing the sound.
Being Wyatt’s girlfriend had brought out an unexpected streak of jealousy in me and it seemed to have reawakened with his reemergence in my life.
I moved to turn away, angry with myself for reacting so strongly to him still when his eyes landed on me. There was no turning away from his gaze. The heat of it brushed my skin like a physical touch.
Electricity raced up my back and made the hair at the nape stand on edge.
Wyatt’s grin was slow and knowing as if he knew exactly how my body was betraying me. My cheeks became hot and I knew they were red.