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~Aoife~

When we reached the dorm, I asked for the door keys from Xander.

“It’s in my pocket,” he smirked as he tilted his waist towards me.

I rolled my eyes as I tried to take out the keys.

“Little to the left… yeah, there.” His signature devilish smile played on his face, thinking he was being slick.

I opened the door, helped him settle on the bed because he was limping, and placed his things from the hospital on the table.

Looking around to find some privacy, I asked casually. “Would you like to take off the clothes?”

With the same smile, he raised a brow at me. “I would love to,” he teased as he pulled my crop top.

“What? No, no. I mean your clothes. I think you should change out of these ripped things.”

I didn’t even have to wonder what was going on in his naughty head.

“Oh Yeah,” he frowned as he blew out his cheeks. “But I can’t lift this hand. I’m pretty banged up.”

“I am sure your entire body is sore,” I added.

Something was cooking in his head. He tried to tease me; now it’