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Your belief system needs to heal and regroup as much as your soul does

There are dreams of love, life, and adventure in all of us. But we are also sadly filled with reasons why we shouldn’t try. These reasons seem to protect us, but in truth they imprison us. They hold life at a distance. Life will be over sooner than we think. If we have bikes to ride and people to love, now is the time

I turned off of the stairs and into the corridor where her room was, moving to stand outside it and hesitating as the sound of her voice reached me through the wood. She was…singing, her voice light and full of happiness, something I hadn’t heard from her before, and for a couple of seconds, I just found myself standing there listening to her

“It’s open,” Roxy called instantly, like she’d already been expecting someone, and I couldn’t help but wonder who.
I pushed the door open at her invitation, stalling in my tracks as I found her standing with her back to me, shaking her ass as she danced to the song in a tiny pair of shorts and a thin tank
which did very little to cover any of her body. I’d seen her naked before, of course, but this somehow caught me off guard, my eyes raking over her body as I found myself unable to deny how good she looked and how my cock stirred in my pants at the sight of her.
She was bouncing on her toes, moving freely to the music in a way that wasn’t intended to be seductive, and yet, I couldn’t tear my gaze from her all the same.
My lips curved up as I watched her, her happiness infectious somehow and making me want to take a bite of it.

“Don’t stop dancing on my account,” I urged, my gaze moving down her toned body to the tiny shorts she wore as I considered what chance I might have of becoming one of those terrible decisions Lance had heard her talking about. Not that I wanted that, of course, but it was hard to deny how hot she was. Roxanya Vega was full-on fantasy material no matter what she was wearing, but those shorts were something special.

“It suits you,” I said, ignoring her attempt at a dig.
“What does?” she asked suspiciously.
“Smiling.”
Her smile instantly slipped into a scowl, and I ignored the twinge of disappointment that left me with.

“Yeah, that’s not going to work for me,” Roxy called after me, jerking me to a halt. “But feel free to rock up here any time you like next weekend, I won’t be here anyway.”
The door slammed before I had even turned back to face her, rage exploding through my limbs at the utter disrespect she’d just shown, not to mention how very fucking wrong she was if she really thought she could deny me.
I stormed back towards her, ignoring the curious looks of several other students who were sticking their heads out of their doors to find out what the commotion was about and ripping her door open once more. She hadn’t even bothered to lock it, either foolish enough to think she had really just gotten the last word on this or idiotic enough not to fear a fight against me.
She had moved to lay on her bed, a set of headphones on her head blasting Eminem so loudly that I could hear every word of The Real Slim Shady while she tapped her foot and stared up at the ceiling as if she hadn’t even noticed me entering the room once more.
“You can’t seriously believe that you can just say no to me,” I snapped at her as I towered over her where she lay on the bed, my anger only rising as she cranked the volume up higher and focused on a point beyond my shoulder like she still hadn’t noticed me.

Because my mind kept wandering back to the room somewhere below my feet where a girl with a smart mouth and furious temper sat in her room with a smug look on her face, knowing she’d forced me to give her what she wanted. And the worst thing of all about that, was that a part of me was actually looking forward to tutoring her with her fire magic, because I really wanted to find out what she was capable of, and I even found myself wanting to hear her insulting me and calling me out again. I just couldn’t figure out why.

I tried not to look at her too often, but the longer we practiced, the more she relaxed in my presence, her focus on the magic instead of me, and I found myself addicted to watching her face and seeing how different she looked without a scowl permanently fixed across her features.
Roxy bit her lip to try and hide a grin, and my chest twisted at the sight of it, a traitorous part of me liking the fact that I was making her smile.

Roxy pouted at me as I released her hand, and I had to fight a smirk at the knowledge that she had clearly been enjoying that as much as I had. So much for star-sworn enemies.