So she had noticed him. At least, the ‘shakenstirher’ version of him.

It was a good thing he was sitting with his back to her, otherwise she might see the stupidly large grin on his face. Then again, how would she react towards him if she thought he was just any other guy? Someone who knew nothing about her?

Up until now, Talon had controlled every encounter to the best of his ability. When the time came for them to officially meet for the first time–which would be soon–he wasn’t sure if she’d even recognize him. If he’d done his job correctly, she wouldn’t, even though they’d had several lectures together.

God, she was so cute.

Of course, he already knew the whole Green Olive story, but it was amusing to listen to Zoe check off the four out of four things he had learned to find Olivia online. A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do, especially when it comes to his lady. Eavesdropping was practically expected, too, for the kind of guys Olivia likes. Meaning guys like him. Well, him specifically.

Ah, yes. Friday Fri-yay. Though he found it annoying, Talon approved of the women-only activity that Olivia and her friends threw together a couple of times a month. It was good to know it was still on. He would be there…nearby.

When it was time for the two friends to hang up, Talon closed his eyes and tilted his head back for his favorite part of their conversations. His kiss.

“Muah–”

–he pretended like she was kissing him on the cheek, closing the distance between them from a few feet to a few inches. Damn! It’s just a kiss on the cheek, so why is he so hard all of a sudden?

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She is perfect for him, that’s why.

Beneath his baggy black sweatshirt, he rubbed himself a few times through his jeans, just enough to take the edge off his hard-on, when he heard Olivia quietly say, “And the element for ‘F-u’ is Fuckyoumium!”

Before he could stop himself, he laughed. Then, he buried his face in both hands.

Perfect. Perfect, perfect, perfect. She is perfect.

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An hour passed quickly, where Talon was content to sit in close proximity to the target of his affections. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, at least for the time being. Eventually, Olivia had to leave.

A few minutes after she packed up her stuff and left, Talon turned around in his seat and looked at the table she’d been sitting at, studying chemistry. She’d made a neat little pile of straw wrappers and other tiny bits of garbage on her dessert plate, which still had the crust of her berry pie.

With practiced fingers, he nabbed the crust and popped it in his mouth, making sure to lick his fingers.

“You know I'll always eat your crusts for you, babygirl. Mmm…” he mumbled to himself, then he slung his backpack over his shoulders and put his hood down, smoothing the short, fluffy light brown hair forward. “Huh. What should I call you, my dear Olivia? Princess? Sweetheart? Beloved?”

He couldn't wait to hold her in his arms and kiss her forehead. Or take care of her after a night of wild sex. He'd make her come over and over again until she couldn't stand it.

She'll be sore all over, he fantasized as he walked back to his car. Unlike Olivia, who was a traditional college student, Talon had gone to the army first, so he was a few years behind his peers in terms of education. However, he liked to look at it as being a few years ahead in that he already had a lovely house (only a short distance off campus), a nice car, and the means to take care of the person he cared the most about in the world.

His beautiful Olivia.

Just two more weeks.