Chapter 5: Resolution
Charis shoved open the door to her next lecture, the heavy wooden barrier almost slamming into the couple that filtered out, chatting about some environmental theory presented during class. The tall, blond-haired guy—Mason, or Lars, or something equally mundane and preppy. His companion, an interesting mix of piercings and neon-green hair, glanced back over her shoulder and smirked at Charis.
A thrill ran up her spine.
That grin, it always did something to her insides. Charis glanced away, readjusted her satchel, and strolled further down the bustling college campus. She didn't need another reckless fling with a nobody who couldn't keep his hands to himself.
She wove between students, feeling their eyes on her as she crossed their gaze. They discussed their academic woes and divided themselves into study groups, oblivious to the beautiful woman dancing seductively amongst them.