I try not to think about Cullen and his desire to fuck me.
The thing with Cullen though - he loves the slow burn.
Touching me over my panties was one thing.
But each time I see him, he does everything possible to tempt and tease me.
He touches me.
He kisses me.
He pulls me into dark hallways and makes out with me.
All for fun too.
There’s no talk of feelings, emotions, and there’s no talk of anything else happening.
I have to admit - I like it.
I look forward to it.
My classes are okay.
Economics, literature, and all that other blah stuff.
I’m not bad at it either.
I don’t mind it.
I have no idea what I’m going to eventually pick as a major.
I have no idea if I’ll be alive by then.
In some weird way I just take that as it is. It almost motivates me in a sense. Meaning I’m going to enjoy every second and day I have atDSC.
It sure beats living the way I did with Fay.
I wake up and check my phone.
There’s always a text from Cullen.
Usually some random emoji.
Then I watch as Maz and Birdie argue over the bathroom while I drink some coffee, then I go to class.
No matter where I walk -or get a ride in a custom golf cart- I’m always on the look for Archer.
I don’t know what his next plan is with me.
He gave me the envelope and that was it.
I’m not sure if he trusts the truth or not.
The envelope was reduced to ash.
I still think about it.
The reality is that someone from my real family is paying for me to be atDSC.