Dylan rolled over; a smirk plastered on his face even in his sleeping form. This was certainly what bliss felt like, and he loved the feeling.
He was feeling good and very refreshed. He was willing to admit that last night's experience was far different from what he was used to experiencing, there was something about her that night that clung to him. Maybe, it was how well their bodies seemed to rhyme, or maybe how innocent she was.
All the excuses that came to mind were likewise lame, but all he knew was that he enjoyed the night with that mysterious lady.
He hadn't even known someone as beautiful as her existed on campus and that was strange enough. No one escaped him, especially not when the person was as beautiful as she was, but yet he had never noticed her until last night. He concluded that she might be one of the newly admitted students, that was the only conclusion that sat well with him.
He turned his face to the sheet and noticed in pleasure that even his sheet smelled different. The new scent was an alluring and delicate smell of something warm, like vanilla. He wasn't so sure that the scent was, but it was good enough to make him inhale deeply before exhaling with a deep satisfied sigh.
Then, as he slowly turned onto his side, reaching instinctively toward the space next to him to draw this mysterious lady into his arms, his fingers met only cool sheets.
He frowned.
His lashes fluttered as he slowly opened his eyes fully and then glanced around, but to his surprise, it was.... Empty.
Dylan sat up abruptly, his brows raised to show his surprise as he raked a hand through his tousled hair, allowing his eyes to scan the room. The clothes were gone, the shoes too, and even her bag. He realized in surprise that she had gone. She left before he had the chance to see her face one last time.
Well, this was new. Women who he slept with never left his bed before he woke up. It was like a pattern, they always lingered, while some shamelessly clung to him in a desperate attempt to have him for the second time or even more than that. But if there was anything everyone was well aware of, it was the fact that Dylan Logan doesn't do repeats, and so their attempts were always in vain.
But here, for the first time, this lady had disappeared on him, and he didn't know how to react to it.
Just then, his eyes caught sight of a black lacy pair of underwear on the floor, half hidden beneath the bed, and he smirked. That was it, she was just playing a game.
Dylan's smirk deepened as he bent to pick up the underwear, holding it as he looked at it as though he had just cracked a very big code.
'She was just playing with him; she must have left this so that she would use it as an excuse to come back.' He thought deeply and then he chuckled.
'Women, they were all the same.'
But something in him reacted to the thought of her showing up again. He couldn't deny that deep down if she was to show up again, he might just have to take her again. It was a new feeling to him, but somehow that excited him.
"Dylan, you are clearly losing it. You are willing to break your rules for a woman you are just meeting for the first time. Get a hold on yourself." He mentally scolded himself as he slowly got out of bed.
He didn't even know her name, but her face refused to disappear from his head no matter how much he tried.
Just then, he noticed a red stain on the bed, and his eyes widened in surprise. He didn't realize that she was a virgin. He remembered her mumbling something like that, but he had just thought she was just tight. It turned out that he was her first, and he had taken her first in her drunken state.
Dylan clenched his jaw and shut his eyes, but it was useless. Her voice kept echoing in his head. It was soft and yet filled with something raw and untamed. He still clearly remembered how she had blossomed beneath him, how she had gasped his name like it was something precious.
She hadn't just been another girl.
She was different.
And that excited him.
Dylan paced around slowly, rubbing his face with both hands. This was ridiculous. He was Dylan Logan, the most sought-after guy on campus. Women threw themselves at him. He never had to think about them after they left his bed.
So why the hell couldn't he stop thinking about her?
He exhaled sharply, tossing the lacy underwear onto his nightstand, but his mind had a different approach.
Eila was in no way like the others. Last night, she had been very nervous and shy, but by the time he kissed her and touched her, she transformed into something fierce and breathtaking. It was very hot.
The memory from the night before sent a wave of heat through him, but what was more surprising was the aching emptiness that followed the feeling.
He wanted more.
And that was a problem.
Dylan was smiling, his usual hot dimpled smile that sent the Ladies into disarray, but only someone he knew too well could see that the smile didn't even reach his eyes.
He was still searching, and he hated even the thought of it. He had looked out for her after that night, at school, at the library at parties, but it was like she suddenly disappeared into thin air. It became worse when he realized that he had no way to find her, he didn't even know her name.
His assumptions had been wrong too, it had been almost 2 weeks, and still, she didn't show up in his apartment or at school as he had expected, if there was anything, it seemed as though she was avoiding him.
Today the school hallway buzzed with the energy that came from him and his team. They had won just another big soccer match, and as usual, he was the star of the game, but even the cheers could hardly cheer him up.
His teammates moved in clusters, their voices loud with a mix of chatter and laughter, as the afterglow of the big soccer match still lingered in the air, as they approached their changing room.
Dylan walked through the crowd, his jersey clinging to his sweat-slicked skin, his body still thrumming with the height of victory. The ladies too seemed not to mind his sweaty body because they still swarmed around him. Their laughter, tinkling as their arms kept brushing against his chest and arms in flirtatious desperation; they all seemed desperate to get his attention, and it was a wonder that he still managed to keep the smile up.
However, no matter how he scanned their faces, none of them looked anything like the girl he wanted to see.
It had already been two weeks; Two agonizing weeks of searching and waiting. He had even started craving her, which had never happened to him before, yet there still was a trace of her.
A sudden loud crash snapped him out of his thoughts, as hurried apologies followed. He could hear the soft voice that seemed to be struggling to speak clearly through the noise.
"You should watch where you are going, nerd." A harsh voice called out, but a soft voice responded hurriedly.
"I am so sorry; I wasn't looking. It's my fault."
The voice tugged at his heart, and Dylan quickly turned towards the commotion, as his sharp gaze quickly locked onto a girl dressed in oversized baggy clothes. She was frantically bowing her head as she tried to collect the fallen books from the ground.
"I am so sorry." She said as she gently handed the book over to the other lady, who sized her up with a disgusted look.
"Better be." She snapped and walked away, not before shooting him a flirting smile. But Dylan's eyes were still on the lady who looked familiar to him. His heart was thudding in anticipation, and his chest clenched.
And then she turned.
Upon seeing her face, Dylan's breath hitched, and his entire body stiffened.
It was her.
For a moment, everything around him faded. The whole chatter and the shuffling of feet all seemed to go still, and every other thing froze. He could see no one else, just her.
It was just her he could see, with those wide, startled eyes framed by dark lashes, her lips slightly parted as though she was afraid of being discovered.
He felt his heart slamming against his ribs.
He had imagined this moment for weeks; he had even played out so many scenarios of what he would do when he saw her again. The plan was that he would smirk, would saunter towards her with his usual cocky confidence which always got him whoever he wanted.
But he didn't move.
He couldn't.
It was as though something was pinning him to the ground, or maybe it was just her eyes. Instead of the surprise or nervous excitement he had imagined he would see in her eyes, all he saw was fear.
Again, he hadn't imagined that she would be dressed that way. And now, he understood why he hadn't seen her since he started looking for her. He had been looking in the wrong places for her, he understood then that she was most certainly a nerd, and still that excited him.
The ash baggie sweatpants she wore seemed a bit too old and worn out, and the top was also very big.
Dylan frowned, was she consciously trying to hide her beauty beneath those horrible pieces of clothing, or was that how she was?
He couldn't help the curiosity that rose deep inside of him. Suddenly, he wanted to know everything about her, secrets and all. He wanted to trace every inch of her, he wanted to know her inside out.
What was she like? What was her name? He wanted to know every last detail.
But just as he finally moved to approach her, she immediately turned on her heel and bolted as though she was...afraid of him.
"Shit." Dylan cursed under his breath, his heart twisting painfully as he watched her disappear into the throng of students walking through the hallway.
"Excuse me, ladies." He said without stopping to think, as he gently shoved past the ladies and rushed after her. His reactions must have shocked everyone around him, but he didn't care; the only thought in his mind was just to find her.
But she was too fast, and before he could reach the end of the hall, she had disappeared into the crowd.
Dylan exhaled sharply, his jaw twitching as he raked a hand through his hair, his fingers tightening into a fist at the back of his head. He groaned in dissatisfaction as his jaw clenched. He had been right, he realized painfully.
She was avoiding him.
But why?
And why the hell did it hurt so damn much?
Right there in the hallway, Dylan swore that he would drag her out and that he would have her no matter what.